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| - I didn't want to go in, 'cause it looked too cutesy -- but my buddy noticed a large table of raucous old people and pointed out to me that "They ain't gonna throw their money away on crappy food." Later we realized that the waitstaff knew their customer's names -- and there's no better endorsement than customers that keep coming back!
Cool old historical pictures of Cleveland on the walls, friendly staff (Hell, everybody in Cleveland seems really friendly) -- on to the food.
The food came out McDonald's-fast (but it wasn't McDonaId's quality, so you get the best of all possible worlds).
I started with a grilled Provolone and grilled cheese, while my buddy got the West Side Market Hash, which turned out to be some kind of New Orleans-influenced breakfast creation with potatoes, eggs Benedict, and exquisite andouille sausage. The Benedict sauce was a delicious brown, peppery concoction.
So then I got hungry, and being in Eastern European Cleveland, I ordered the blintzes, which turned out to be the loveliest pillows of dairy-filled contentment, and also turned out to be accompanied by some lovely hash which turned out to be chopped-up fresh potato pancakes, with lovely bits of fresh, tasty red and green bell peppers scattered amongst them. Everything -- meat, produce, cheese etc. -- was so fresh I wouldn't be surprised if it comes from the market which houses this restaurant.
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