I'm ashamed to say I have set foot in this place. Not my type of place at all. I hate having to scream at the top of my lungs when I'm trying to hold a conversation. I'm probably just too old for places like this.
If you want to find some of the dullest, dimwitted folk in Cleveland, come to the Barley House. Okay, maybe that's really mean... but true.
I always laugh at VIP sections in bars/clubs. This one is especially hilarious. It's just the other half of the bar, roped off. The people that were on that side thought they were really special. The security guards yelled at a friend of mine because she rested her hand on one of the VIP chairs. He said she didn't pay to rest her hand there. So she promptly took her martini glass and threw it in the VIP garbage can. Boy, did he get his panties in a bundle over that one!
Good things about this place: drink service was pretty fast for a crowded Saturday night. Bartenders were really friendly.