Fat Heads is more of a Pittsburgh staple in my repertoire than anything else.
Do they put fries on their sandwiches?... no.
Has it been around forever?... no.
Do they now produce their beer in the Cleveland area?... yes.
Do rivers of IC Light flow from the taps on a daily basis?... absolutely not.
What does flow from Fat Heads taps is a glorious display of self-brewed staples and other craft treats... all of which are needed to wash down the absolutely monstrous portion sizes this place has. Dieters take warning... even the salads are gargantuan.
Often wise size comes sacrificed quality, but this isn't the case. I've yet to have something at Fat Heads I've disliked except for the incessant wait times.
A tip to those who haven't been there before. When you put your name in at the hostess (they don't take reservations), they'll ask for your phone number to enter it into their system. If there aren't seats available at Fat Heads bar, take advantage of the often 45 min - 1 hr wait to walk across the street to Piper's Pub (or any of the other 10+ bars in close vicinity) to grab a drink while you wait.