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| - In an ongoing struggle to find Cleveland's best pizza, we've come to the Map Room. In an ongoing attempt to find a comfortable neighborhood bar, we've come to the Map Room. In both instances, we left underwhelmed and marching off into the sunset, yet again on our seemingly endless voyage.
The first floor of this bar is vastly airy and dark with airplane nostalgia strung about. The vast space and sky high ceilings are almost cathedral like. The basement, to be frank, smells funny. Very musty indeed. Kind of foul actually.(Probably from all of the vomit and urine filtering through the storm drains from the nearby West 6th hell holes). Either way, I don't recommend going down there if you don't have to. The drafts poured down there seemed to lack carbonation or a clean filtration system required for a proper pour. Somewhere in the distant rolling green acres of Ireland, cousin Seamus McFinegan wept profusely when I was served a flat Guinness.
The pizza? Perfectly acceptable actually. Just not divine or life changing or anything like that. Every inch of this pie is covered with sauce, cheese and toppings, leaving little, if any crust on the ends. This pie certainly goes well with beer. And I'd even recommend it if in the area. I just wouldn't go out of my way for it again.
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