I'd like to thank Ed T. for introducing me to this lunch counter. If the Cleve wants to stay an important American city, then it must retain a gem like the Huron Square Deli. I can't imagine New York if all the little corner diners closed up. Forget what the first guy said about the joint lacking veggie options. Only an idiot would come to a greasy spoon lunch counter in a downtown spot tucked between a rape alley and bum's hideaway and expect vegan options. Although they get dinged a star for not having public restrooms, I sort of think it adds to the character. This spot is all about being an old school short order diner. It's about speed and getting the job done.
There's no Dr. Pepper so don't ask: the waitress doesn't think it's funny if you seem disappointed about that. Again, that just seems to add to its charm. A diner like this needs a server who's all smiles until you start being a drama queen--then, and only then, the piss and vinegar shows up.
They serve krinkle fries, but good krinkle fries; they don't taste frozen or dry. I think hey might be the only krinkle fries in the city I have ever liked. Well done, Ed T. and Huron Square Deli!