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| - Put it this way.....when I come back to Cleveland, no matter how short my visit, no matter how many family members are vying for my time, no matter how jet-lagged I am, I ALWAYS make time to swing by Map Room for a couple beers and their ridiculous. amazing. delicious. heavenly. PIZZA. Spent several years living on West 9th Street and doing the whole Warehouse District single-gal thing before I moved across the country. Here's how my husband knew I was a good catch....MY kind of bar is Map Room. Not Velvet Dog, not BarFlyy, not Funky Buddha (I know, kind of a blast from the past), not Wish (yes I said Wish....remember it???). But the unpretentious, genuine, laid-back, unstupid kind of hole-in-the-wall (and I say that as a compliment) that Map Room is. Girls who love this bar don't wear tops as dresses. Truly enjoy cold beer and sports. Don't wear heels to Browns games. Love a great juke box (which Map Room absolutely has). That's MY kind of place. Just doesn't get any better than this, people. I completely agree with the guy who said, "If I owned a bar, it would be just like Map Room." Ditto.
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