Game 7, World Series. 68 years. I decided to join some friends at this place for the game. Every commercial break they played the same ridiculous songs and when the game came back on TV they continued to play the songs long after the chants of complaints continuously were heard. We asked to speak to the bald owner on testosterone replacement therapy, he acted as if he would take care of it but didn't. Imagine this.. game 7 World Series in Cleveland and a Cleveland bar doesn't care that you came to watch the game there and spend your money there. This place is a joke and I should've known better with a name like the Loco Leprechaun. The owner had a remote in his pocket and played games all night with his patrons. He told my wife he was a Cubs fan and fuck everyone else. Patrons left so they could watch and listen to the game elsewhere. I can make better nachos and cheese whiz at home anyways. I wouldn't go back here if my friends volleyball team were sponsored by them and they were giving out free beer.