Place is lame, straight up. Sign of the times, place puts 'craft beer craze' into sputtering frothy and mostly lame. Try to forget but you can't that this is Parma. Social primitives are all over. Black nike cross trainers, spike hair gel, mass text fiends, love pink garments, butt pants, eye shadow cake... you have the picture. Patio is okay but I don't want to hear blasts of Def Leopard and David Lee Roth on Sunday early evening or hardly ever for that matter. Turn the music down you goons. I had Ohio City Melt, a passable sandwich nothing to write home about.
Give me your money fool. Like yourself and don;t go to Brew Co though.