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| - Dave's is a legendary Cleveland sandwich shop overflowing with hippie bric-a-brac. The walls of the downtown location are covered in paintings of Jerry Garcia and his ilk, all beaming high watt smiles and basking together in colorful angelic relief. While the staff are pleasant enough, the dining area is thimble-sized, with tables wedged so closely together there is hardly room to queue up to order. One guest found it reminiscent of that Far Side cartoon where the two insects are imagining how frightening their dwelling will look when the obelisk-like potato at the center inevitably begins to sprout. Imagine that and you'll have some idea of the claustrophobia of this location. To make matters worse, the speaker mounted over the drink cooler is dialed up to 11. You've never heard "Obla Di Obla Da" until you've heard it from a ten ton megaphone directly above your skull. The veggie burger was of a soft and savory consistency, and loaded up with fresh lettuce/tomato, and some really zippy mayo, but it was incredibly small for the $7.75 price point. A five-eight bite affair, maximum. The pickles are love 'em or hate 'em: rather soft as well, and with a vinegar-rinse aftertaste. In sum, Dave's is a tiny blip on the downtown foodie map--tasty if pricey, and best eaten out in the sunshine.
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