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| - Oh my dear sweet Lord. The FOOD here.
I tagged along on a quick work trip my husband took to Cleveland, and when The Greenhouse Tavern popped up on a few restaurant lists, I made a reservation and to East 4th Street we went. We were expecting good things (a James Beard Award nomination tends to heighten the anticipation), and boy, did they deliver.
We started with two excellent cocktails and stuck to the small plates list, but after the tartare, confit chicken wings, frites, and a potato salad whose name escapes me now--probably because it was the one thing I didn't like--we were stuffed full.
We ate on the patio, which was amazing, because the street is completely closed off to traffic and full of other restaurants with patios and complete with bistro lights strung between the buildings. Magical!
Just about everything we ate was so, so superlative, and we kind of want to move to Cleveland just so we can go more often. That makes sense, right?
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