God bless the perverted genius who invented the Fatty Melt: a delicious burger equipped not with a bun, but two grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato and bacon. Even ordering this burger in mixed company led to a tiny bit of shame, followed by a sense of pride when it arrived and I became the envy of everyone within a 10-foot radius. "Why didn't I order that, dammit?" was the silent cry that I could feel piercing my shell like arrows. Thank goodness I was too busy trying to fit the burger into my mouth to let the needs of others get me down.
I was also totally impressed by the beer made at this place. They have an obscene amount of stuff on tap (and in bottles), but there's no reason not to get one of the house brews. I recommend the unfortunately named "Buckeye Bling Bling," which is their strong, ambrosial pale ale.