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| - ok. i may or may not have said i would never set foot inside the treehouse. but...if i did, then i need to take back those words today.
it wasn't that crowded because it was still early. and no, it may not be my scene, judging by the few people who were there. but i was there to meet up with some old friends and their family, and i had to write a review for this fact alone, which may or may not have been previous mentioned.
decor.
i don't know if you know the history of tremont, but it's kind of interesting. or that could be because i'm a bit of a history nerd. regardless, this section of cleveland has a lot of streets named after collegiate things. "professor", "college", "university", and "literary" are in existence because the old cleveland university used to exist long before all the trendy restaurants were here. ok, long history lesson aside, the university went away and became the old bible factory (that has since shut down) off of w.7th.
all of this is explained BECAUSE...
aside of there being a freaking tree in the bar, the chairs to the tables are old classroom chairs. the type of chairs you used to see in classrooms if you're old like me.
yes. i said it.
old.like.me.
so go to the treehouse when it's not packed with the jocks that will hit on you because they're wasted and looking for a romp around the university block. because then you can actually appreciate the cool decor. and a beer. since they had a good amount of on draft stuff.
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