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| - So, like, we were Chicagoans in Cleveland, early for our Lolita reservation, and, umm, needed a serious beer infusion to get the party started. Sure, there's a few trendy establishments on each of the corners of Professor and Literary, but we crave a different kind of adventure. The glowing sign and the glimmer of the Polish red and white lured us in and made a night we wouldn't soon forget.
We made friends with the bartender... the blonde lady. The one who mistook "Yuengling" for "Christmas Ale" and drew a look of sheer horror on my face when she charged us $22.00. I was buggin', thinking "awww faq, when did Yuengling become so premium and shiz?" I used to drink Yuengling all the time in college when my Y-town and PA friends would lug cases back and proclaim it the beer of the gods. I mean, it's good, but whatevs, it's better because it's cheap-o town. I threw down a Jackson and some Washingtons and pitched a fit to my friends for minutes, until we went up there and corrected the error and got refunded and bought more beers and then went to dinner and then came back to drink more and then became best friends with the bartender. And then found even cheaper beer to buy. In cans. CANS! In a bar! So we kept drinking. PARTY TIME.
Skip the trendy and go on a bendy. It's exactly what you would expect from a Polish Legion in your neighborhood. GO.
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