Freebird! Never have so many ears been assaulted by so many meathead mulleted 80's cover bands in succession for so long. Clear Channel approved purgatory of classic rock wastes the best located bar in the entire Midwest. Food tastes like it was left on the bar in 1986, too. If the "Redneck Country Band" doesn't scratch the itch on your ass, perhaps Colin Dussault's seven thousandth performance of Stairway to Heaven will. Take your beer, leave, walk to the lakeshore, and thank your almighty savior you were warned. Cleveland Cliche at its worst - take a great thing, cover it with worn out horseshit Musak doesn't even try to sell anymore, and pretend it's the fucking Louvre.