I love the ceilings of Pacers. It reminds me of a stained glass ceiling of a train station. Pacers holds a special place in my heart because I was raised on the street that Pacers happens to be on. When my relatives would come from Buffalo and Louisville to celebrate birthdays, Pacers was the choice many times. I thought it was fancy as a child. Most dudes who grew up in Lakewood got their first job at age 16 at MPI (Midwest Publishing Inc) in this monolith called Lakewood Center North with Pacers as the anchor. The restaurant/bar was a favorite of the telemarketing crowd. I have always enjoyed the wings. They are usually the bitty kind, and gross me out the least. I don't like it when wings are huge and remind me that I am eating some poor chicken's leg. Also, the big ones have larger veins on the oval wing pieces and that can get to be overwhelming. The patio of Pacers is also one of the best in Lakewood. A lot of kids used to bike and skateboard around the outside on the weird concrete structures and smoke pot in the little pit in front. The "man" has shut that down. The restaurant just makes me think about better days I suppose. The food is not really mind blowing or anything.