I don't learn. I just don't. Otherwise I would have driven somewhere, anywhere, else for lunch other than cute little Chagrin Falls.
I've talked with my therapist and she says I'm punishing myself for past misdeeds. My monk says it's making up for bad karma I incurred in past lives. My mom's priest said it was penance.
Rick's Cafe is the bees knees when it comes to decor-- cool Art Deco, that, while it has seen better days, is still rather romantic.
It has all the hallmarks of a Chagrin Falls restaurant-- pretty atmosphere, slower than slow service and mediocre to bleh food. The barbecue is simply meat dunked in sauce. No smokiness to speak of. The buffalo burger was dry for a buffalo burger, and burnt. And who does iceberg chopped salads anymore?