Velvet Tango Room is located on a sleepy
street in Cleveland's Ohio City / Tremont area. This part of town
was once housing for the nearby steel mills. After the steel
industry moved away from Cleveland, the area became a ghetto, but has
been slowly working its way towards respectability over the past two
decades. The hipsters
and artists who invariably moved into Tremont in the 1980s and into the
1990s are officially giving way to yuppies and higher income
families. Gut rehabs, art galleries, and trendy bars are the
vibe down in Tremont these days - but you still have to watch yourself
at night. The area is now considered 'historic' of course.
Thus, Ohio City / Tremont is the perfect location for a gourmet
cocktail bar
that will appeal to artistic sensibilities, people with lots of
disposable income, and those looking for a cool spot in a hip
neighborhood.
Enter: Velvet Tango Room.
VTR opened in November of 1996.
According to the bartender we spoke with, they gave themselves a
facelift and renewed focus on their mission of excellence in mixology
at the beginning of 2006.
Velvet Tango Room is comfortable and warm feeling. The front
room - containing the actual bar - is furnished in a classic 1930s or
1940s
vibe, with a tasteful collection of vintage glassware and an antique
mahogany backbar. The vibe is elegant and relaxed. A small
black and white television shows old movies with the sound off.
Up two steps is a room featuring a piano, some
davenports, and even an old console radio with a cool monkey lamp atop
it, giving the feeling of a living room some time after art deco but
before the atomic 1950s. The piano is put to good use
seven nights a week by a variety of local jazzers such as Ken Wallace.
Beyond that is a hidden mirrored door leading to a large secret
room. Containing another bar, another piano, a fireplace, and
more plush seating, this one is used for private events. Catering
is available. An
outdoor patio (with a small putting green) finally ends the string of
rooms. On my first visit, I noticed a rather large number of
couples made up of
middle aged men with much younger women at Velvet Tango Room, but I was
also told by the (female) bartender that the bar strives to be a place
where single women can feel comfortable. This proved true on my
second visit, when I chatted with a single woman who was casually
sipping an
after work cocktail and reading her paper.
Of course, the bar has been paying close attention to the
current cocktail revival that The Snob is celebrating, and the owners
have thoroughly trained their staff in the art of the cocktail.
The two-month
training period that all Velvet Tango bartenders undergo
is a definite sign of commitment, and weeds out potential employees who
can't conceive of better drinks than Jaeger bombs and
sparkletinis. On both of our visits to the VTR, we were served by
the amazing Jennifer, who is
friendly, spirited, and enthusiastic about her craft.
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Negroni

To wit:
We tried two variants of the
Manhattan, one with the very nice
Vya-brand Vermouth in it, and one with Velvet Tango Room's house-made
fortified wine. They were served as two mini-Manhattans by our
bartendress, who was curious to see which we'd prefer. The first
thing we decided was that the two smaller versions of Manhattan were
better thought of as Queens and The Bronx. Both were garnished
with imported black cherries from Italy. Both were very nice
boroughs
drinks.
Velvet Tango Room's
Caipirinha (the
national
drink of Brazil!) has a
darker and less crisp taste than most Caipirinhas, probably due to the
house-made Demerara sugar syrup sugar used in the recipe. An
unusual variation, but quite good.
The
Stone Fence is an 1857 recipe with Creme de Casis, Hard
Cider,
bitters, and Bourbon.
When we visited, the Jennifer was playing with the ratios, trying to
crack the recipe for possible
inclusion on the permanent menu.
This one is worth pursuing.
Do try it at home!
We moved on to another 19th century recipe, the
Ramos Gin Fizz
(traditionally: Gin, lemon juice, lime juice, egg white, sugar, cream,
orange flower water, and soda water; not sure how Velvet Tango Room's
version compares, but it is close). The one we were served
balances sweet, sour, and creamy just right. A good drink,
absolutely, but maybe not my first choice in the future (that's just a
personal preference thing).
Spicy Chica

The house drink - since 1996 - is a
French
75.
Definitely recommended.
Look this one up in
Ted
Haigh's book.
VTR's version is presented thusly:
2 ounces Cognac
1/2 ounce fresh lemon juice
1 1/2 teaspoons Simple Syrup
2 ounces chilled Champagne
Add Cognac, lemon juice and Simple Syrup to shaker filled with
ice.
Shake. Strain into a chilled
martini glass. Fill with champagne. Use a twist of lemon as
a garnish.
By the way, Haigh clams that the French 75 (named for a WWI -era
gun!) should use gin instead of Cognac, and he provides the gin version
in his book (most other bars serve the gin version). Haigh says
that the Cognac version is properly called a
French 125 (another gun, apparently). I'll leave Haigh and Velvet
Tango Room owner Paulius Nasvytis to fight this one out themselves, but
I will say that I have mixed up Haigh's recipe (as recently as New
Years Eve 2008) and sampled the Nasvytis recipe (just a few months
prior), and found both to be nice drinks. Let us not
quibble, gentlemen!
Moving on...
Bourbon Daisy is a crisp and refreshing drink, great for
summer.
The VTR's Amaretto de Saronno Sour is sweet and not too strong,
a good drink for people who maybe can't quite handle a Negroni
or Sazerac yet! Speaking of these two venerable cocktails,
Jennifer mixed me up a Negroni that was just about the best one
I have ever had (even
though - like all bars now - it uses the new formula
Campari). Confessing that somehow she had never had occasion to
make a Sazerac
before (color me shocked), she snuck a peek at a recipe book and then
used top-notch ingredients and her innate intuition of mixology to
place
a perfectly good one in front of me. Make her work it guys, these
are
bound to get even better.
The Rangpur Gimlet is an excellent solution to a modern
paradox:
traditional Gimlets call for gin and Rose's Lime Juice. Back in
the
day, Rose's was made very differently from the horrible product that
you can get now. Therefore, modern Gimlets, made stirctly
according to the original recipe are not very good (if
they
use the called-for Rose's). So the idea here was to make a Gimlet
that
avoided modern Rose's, but that stayed true to the perceived intent of
the original concept.
Some fresh lime juice and a few other tweaks later (such as inclusion,
specifically, of the titular Rangpur gin)...
Mission accomplished.
Definitely.
An elegant and simple solution, and another great summer drink.
These go down a little too easily!
Spicy Chico is a delicious rum drink prepared with
(among other
things) house-made ginger syrup and a dash of cinnamon on top. I
enjoyed the hell out of this drink, but at home I might have used a hair
less
ginger. Unfortunately (for me), in a manner that would have made
her a
star employee of Donn Beach, Jennifer was tight lipped about the
recipe. I am going to have to reverse-engineer this one, as soon
as I
finish my current project, which is cracking Violet Hour's Hush and
Wonder.
Velvet Tango Room also does a literal interpretation of the Hi-Ball
with ginger beer that was just a joy to imbibe.
The cocktail menu is not lacking in interesting things to quaff, and is
a joy to read, with history and descriptions of each drink, but it is
merely a
starting point. The bartenders will happily go off-menu and are
game
for trying whatever concoction you may futily attempt to stump them
with. Even better, in the spring of 2008, Velvet Tango Room will
introduce a second cocktail menu, that Paulius described to me
as 'advanced' (although the current menu is hardly for beginners!).
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Rangpur Gimlet

One item destined for this menu is
a
Widow's Kiss.
This is a favorite drink for me, and so I was bummed when Jennifer told
me that she didn't like it at all.
After comparing recipes, we discovered that the one going on the VTR
menu, and the one I have been making in Aku Hall (this web site's
cocktail lab) are
totally different.
I have been using the one printed on page 177 of the venerable and
excellent
Savoy
Cocktail Book.
Now, it pained my poor booze-soaked heart to think that the best
bartender in Ohio might not share my appreciation for one of my
favorite (this week) drinks.
So, of course, there was nothing for it but to ask J. mix up the Savoy
version so she could try it.
She tried it, she liked it.
Victory!
And now, in the interest of fairness, I will look forward to comparing
it to the alternate version on my next visit to the VTR, which can't
come soon enough.
Velvet Tango Room also has a nice list of
Scotches, Bourbons, and
Cognacs, but only three rums: Goslings, Mt. Gay, and Ten
Cane.
The bar triple filters all of their water.
They also
serve three brands of beer.
For munchies, VTR offers a short menu of appetizers and desserts,
including a
chocolate fondue.
It is also kind of cool that there are little bottles of bitters and
real pomegranate grenadine (Fee Brothers) on each table, kinda like
salt and pepper for your drinks.
My main, (and only) gripe with Velvet Tango room is that cocktails are
priced at
$14.
I understand that quality booze costs money.
I understand that craft cocktails take longer to make, and therefore a
bar can serve less of them per night, and that
therefore
the bar has to make up the cash that they're missing by not selling
booze in lots of volume to a big crowd.
I understand that raising the prices a bit keeps the riff-raff out
(except for me).
I understand all of the other expenses that these tavern owners face.
However:
Violet Hour is in one of the more expensive parts of Chicago, and they
still manage to keep their drinks at $12.
Pegu Club is in freaking Manhattan, and they still keep their drinks at
$12.
Most of the Trader Vic's restaurants still sling drinks for between $8
and $12.
Places like Weegees seem positively thrifty at $7 to $9 for most
beverages.
Paulius (the owner) did point out to me that Velvet Tango Room features
live entertainment seven nights a week with no cover charge.
Factoring that into the equation, it does makes the bar's pricing a bit
less painful.
This is the only thing about Velvet Tango room that I found hard to
swallow.
Everything else, from the vibe, to the staff, to the cocktails, went
down
quite easily.
I make it through Cleveland about twice per year, and when I am there,
you'll find me at the VTR - possibly during their weekday happy hour
(4:30 to 7:00) when cocktails are priced at a smooth and tasty ten
bucks.
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October, 2007 / March 2008
v1.1
As unlikely as it seems to outsiders,
Cleveland
has - and is desperately clinging to - a strongly rooted history of
culture and arts.
It all started back in the late 19th century when all of the steel
barons (Carnegie, Rockefeller, etc.) called Cleveland home. These
guys were polluting the hell
out of the Cuyahoga river valley (the river famously burned in the
early
1970s), but they were also spending their copious amounts of surplus
cash on entertaining themselves. This meant establishing
Cleveland as a capital city for the fine arts.
Ground zero for all
of this is University Circle, home of Case Western Reserve University,
as well as home to a truly lovely museum campus. On campus you'll
find a
major art museum that is
free every single day (that is the thing that truly freaking rocks
about Cleveland), a natural history museum, an auto and aviation museum
(lots of cool old cars), a garden center, Severance Hall (home of one
of the three best orchestras in America), and the Western Reserve
Historical Society Museum. Next to all of this is the art school,
the music school, and (bringing things into the modern era) a Frank
Geary building at Case. This area is a cultural hotbed.
Just west of University Circle, heading towards downtown, are the
remains of dozens of Victorian mansions. For decades they were
all basically crack houses, but redevelopment efforts in the 1990s
turned some of the neighborhoods around, while bulldozing others.
The remaining century homes are wondrous. There is also a small
but beloved
theater district, and the amazingly scenic Martin Luther King Drive,
which is dotted with ancient stone bridges and a dozen 'cultural
gardens' paying homage to the various ethnicities that have settled in
Cleveland. Set into a valley next to a winding canal, these
gardens are all
accented with ancient stone and overgrown with green. The
whole boulevard looks like something out of Tolkien. To the east
of
University Circle are Little Italy, plus a huge and amazing
cemetery, and a street called Coventry that is culturally significant
as the stomping ground for Beats, Hippies, and Punks in their
respective heydays. Coventry runs through the cities of Cleveland
Heights and Shaker Heights which are full of curving green streets,
beautiful pre-war vintage homes of all shapes and styles, and even a
nature center
situated near the small and picturesque Shaker Lakes chain.
Somehow all of this, which has stood as a bastion of culture, art, and
entertainment for over one hundred years, has become endangered during
the past decade or so, as the residents of the eastern-most parts of
the city (as well as University Circle, Little
Italy, Cleveland Heights, and to a lesser degree Shaker Heights) have
moved away from the amazing vintage homes in these areas, leaving
poverty and crime in their wake. What was once a section of
Cleveland
that made a strong argument for thinking of the city as the nation's
least likely and least appreciated cultural hotbed, is now largely a
'bad' part of town.
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Still, University Circle and its environs will survive and
persevere. If Cleveland is to hold on to its dignity and
integrity as bastion for culture in the Midwest second only to Chicago,
the University area as well as neighboring Cleveland Heights
and Shaker Heights must be turned back around, and brought back onto
track.
I head to this area every time I am in Cleveland (twice a
year or so), and when I do, I always drink and dine at Nighttown in
Cleveland Heights (how
the hell was
that for a long winded and tangential
introduction?).

Opened in 1964, Nighttown is
right near the border of Cleveland and
Cleveland Heights, on the section of Cedar Road called Cedar Hill, just
a mile or so from the museum campus, and also very near to Coventry.
Nighttown is divided up into three rooms, each of which feels quite
different from the others. The rooms are all quite antique in
their vibe, and are filled with an interesting mix of artifacts and
antiques that juxtapose fine art and hopelessly funny kitsch.
Tiffany glass is paired with a 19th century circus poster depicting a
bar fight; a character on the poster exclaims: "You are a cheating
scoundrel!" as he stabs the card cheat in the chest. There is
also taxidermy next to vintage photographs, and a case full of antique
cocktail shakers just around the corner from a giant penguin with a
clock in
its chest. There is also an insulated glass patio with a
waterfall in it, so you can sit 'outside' all year round and enjoy
running water while viewing the frozen variety through the glass.
Somehow it all works, and easily avoids seeming like a cousin to The
House on the Rock (in Wisconsin) while still managing to feel like a
place that will serve you a seriously good meal.
Dublin Lawyer (lobster and
mushrooms sauteed in a cream butter sauce - and whiskey) seems to be
the local favorite.
Current owner Brendan Ring bought Nighttown in
2001and turned it into a
renowned live jazz venue as well. Ring has taken the success of
being
voted one of Down Beat magazine's 100 best jazz clubs in the world, and
added folk and world music acts as well.
All right - how about the damned
bar?
We have planted our pants at the bar on two occasions now, and are
impressed with wide the array of less-common liquors and liqueurs
available for use by any master mixologist who may be tending to
things. If nothing else, there is a nice palliate of colors for a
bar artist to work with here.
When we visited in 2006, we were pleased to meet a certain really
young (mid 20s?) bartender. Given that McCocktails
are the
order of the day in even the nicest restaurants worldwide (see
the Cocktail Snob Manifesto), we expected a crappy drink. To
circumvent further
liver
damage with no clear gain (i.e. an enjoyable drink), we cautiously
asked
if she was interested in classic cocktails. Her eyes lit up and
she
became downright perky. "You mean like Martinis?", she
asked. Gal
Friday Night and I raised an eyebrow each. There was hope
here.
We were
cautiously dancing with this young lady, and we wanted to make sure she
knew where to put her feet.
"Sure", I said amicably, "And how
about other stuff...".
She cut me off: "Manhattans and Sidecars?", she asked, excited.
"Bingo".
She positively beamed, and then uttered the best words to ever come out
of the mouth of any member of her generation:
"I never have a chance to
make that stuff!".
She was on board.
We are dancing.
Her efforts that night were noble and enthusiastic.
We went back in March of 2008, and noticed that a Sidecar and
several
other classics had been added to a cocktail menu.
Progress.
The fella who made our Sidecar this time used sour mix instead of fresh
lemon juice; when we asked about it, he told us that it made the drink
more 'round'.
If 'round' means 'too sweet' and 'full of sticky high fructose corn
syrup', then yes, it was more round.
Regression.
The drink was $9.70.
We'll go back for a 'best two out of three' some time soon.
Stay tuned, true believers.
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Also
in Cleveland...
Flying Fig
2523 Market Ave., Cleveland, Ohio; (216) 241-4243
This restaurant in the west side market/W.25th St. area is upscale (in
price and in the quality of their food) and yet casual (in their
atmosphere).
They serve delicious but spendy food that is all made with locally
sourced ingredients (where possible).
Gal Friday Night and I were joined by another couple for a truly
excellent meal at Flying Fig in August of 2008.
The short cocktail menu includes
French 75 and
Sidecar,
both of which were delivered satisfactorily, and consumed with some
joy.
I did take pause, however, at the listing of Malibu rum in their
Monte
Carlo. Malibu, you'll recall, rhymes with "ewwww". Use
of Malibu, in anything, is not something to brag about. Oh, and
they spelled "coconut" wrong on their menu too!
But never mind all of that: this cool indie restaurant has better than
adequate cocktails, a nice wine list, and terrific food.
...and it is like one mile or less from Velvet Tango Room.
Do you see your evening itinerary taking shape yet?
October, 2007
v1.0
We like this dark and cozy bar in the lower
level (read:
basement) of the 'mall' (four businesses) at the corner of Coventry and
Euclid Heights Boulevard in Cleveland Heights. There's really no
sign visible from the street; just enter through the door between the
Grog Shop (popular live indie / punk rock venue) and the
venerable Inn on Coventry restaurant, walk down the stairs, and enter
through an unmarked and windowless metal door.
Inside you'll find a gigantic cooler full of many dozens
of craft
beers. This cooler is self-serve: browse as long as you like,
grab your favorite, and bring it to the bartender for uncapping and
payment. There is also (as the name of the business would imply)
a lengthy wine list. Cocktails remain unexplored - with such a
tasty selection of beers and wines (and a rather small selection of
booze behind the bar) we're going to have to defer to our friend the
Beer Snob on
this one.
This is our go-to hangout when in Cleveland; it is
walking distance from
Nighttown (about a mile) if the weather is nice.
House of
Swing ("Where Jazz is King"!)
4490 Mayfield Rd., Mayfield Heights, Ohio; (216) 382-2771
back to cocktail snob
October, 2007
v1.0
This bar has existed in the eastern Cleveland
suburb of
Mayfield Heights for many decades.
I can remember driving past it
as far back as the middle 1970s.
This is a smoky, stinky, small
dive bar.
What makes it special is a gigantic collection of
thousands (literally)
of jazz records, all on vinyl.
There are no interesting wines, beers, or cocktails here,
but you can
listen to rare groove original jazz while admiring an ancient
collection of memorabilia (once all classic jazz stuff, and now
whatever the owners and customers feel like tacking up). There is
live jazz and blues here sometimes, but the place is so small that any
live music is overwhelming. I'd make it a point not to go
for live music; show up on DJ nights.
March 2008
v1.0
Normally, I avoid eating or drinking in any
place that is
part of a chain. I find that higher quality and more
personality are to be found in businesses that have as few locations as
possible. Establishments that have but one unique location are
usually vastly preferable. I also think it is good to support
local business and local business people, rather than filing the
coffers of faceless corporate players in some other state.
Additionally, I have seldom had a good cocktail in the
bar
of a
mid-priced restaurant; as stated in many other places on this web site,
the bartenders in these places are almost universally hired for speed,
efficiency, and their ability to deliver quantity over quality.
Sorry, but it is the quality that I want, and if I have to wait
a bit for it, that's fine. But I seem to be a in a rather small
minority here.
Mitchell's Fish Market is a chain of about twenty
restaurants scattered
throughout the Great Lakes states. Although it is fairly generic
in
appearance and located in a sterile upscale shopping plaza, I found the
food at their Woodmere, Ohio location (a few miles east of Cleveland)
to be very good. I was dining with a party of fifteen people, and
I believe that every one of us had an impressive meal. Fish
entrees seem to range from about $14 to about $24.
It would never have even occurred to me to have a
cocktail with my meal
- the odds of it being any good are vanishingly small - except for the
fact that they boasted on the back of their menu about how all of their
drinks are made with fresh juices. Slightly intrigued, I
wandered from table to bar, where I met one Nathan. He was
excited to make me a Sidecar, and after pointing out the
heaping basket of
fresh lemons nearby, he did so. Not bad.
I thought I'd see how far I could take this, and so (back
at my table)
I asked my waitress for a Sazerac. She had me pronounce
the word
three times before she got it, and then declared that Nathan didn't
know how to make one. I assured her (with foolhardy confidence)
that he did. I could have predicted that it would be a bit heavy
on the Pernod (fat chance getting absinthe here), and it was, but just
a little bit. A nice
effort, perfectly drinkable.
Upping the game a bit, I asked the waitress for a Pegu
Club
(pronounced that one three times for her too).
Nathan actually came over to the table, and apologized
for not having
the orange bitters needed for the Pegu Club. I admired his
honesty and dedication (how many other people in his position would
have just made the drink without it, hoping I wouldn't notice?), and
asked him for a second Sidecar instead.
A few minutes later, the waitress delivered something
that definitely
wasn't a Sidecar. She said "Certa 1920". I assumed she
meant "Circa", and was right - Nathan had gone on-line, found an
alternate Pegu Club recipe from 1920 and whipped it up. It was
so-so, but "A" for effort!
I later met a gal named Loretta (see the review below
this one for more
about her!) who told me that Nathan was the only guy in the Cleveland
area who should would let pour her a drink (Velvet Tango Room
excepted), and that no one else at Mitchell's came close. Not too
hard to swallow this opinion, but it wasn't hard to swallow those three
cocktails either.
Stop in at Mitchell's for some very good fish, and go
there on Nathan nite
for some good drinks too!
March, 2008
v1.0
All right, what is it with the Cleveland
outposts of generic
chain seafood restaurants suddenly defying the odds and serving
good-ish drinks?
I wouldn't have believed it if I wasn't there myself.
At Mitchell's (see above) a customer named Loretta told
me that she
drank nowhere else but Mitchell's, but that she worked at McCormick and
Schmick's, and that they had a great cocktail menu.
I have heard all of that before, and have usually been
disappointed.
There are about 35 McCormick
and Schmick's
across the US of A, and normally my interest in darkening their doors
would be near zero.
But, as it turns out this place is like 1/2 mile from my
parents' house, and I was visiting them, and you all know what it is
like to crash at the 'rents place as an adult... so I swung by McCormick
and Schmick's one night.
A nice four-page cocktail menu divides drinks up into
"Early Days and
Golden Years" (1806 to 1920), "Prohibition and Beyond" (1920 to 1950),
and
"Modern Cocktail Creations" (2005). Note that this restaurant
opened in 2007, and also that apparently, no one drank or invented a
drink between 1951 and 2004. That said, the menu offers an
historical paragraph about each libation, and includes a nice overview
of important cocktails: early Juleps and Crustas, along with Sazeracs,
Slings, and Sours, plus Sidecars, real Mai Tais, and a Moscow
Mule. A nice variety of drinks, about twenty classics, and then
another eighteen modern drinks, which do devolve into the dreaded
appletinis by the
last page of the menu.
Loretta made me an Ambassador Smash (fresh
muddled Kiwi and
mint, with
Woodford reserve, fresh lemon, and Angostura bitters, topped with soda
water; $8.50). A nice drink, and made with some care. I
especially liked her use of the two big metal juice pressers affixed to
the bar a
few feet apart, which I frequently observed being put to good use.
Evil sports games on too many televisions kept most of
the patrons
from
interacting with each other, and the bar area is clean, but too modern,
and
mostly charmless. But in the name of journalism, I had another
drink. The Jamaican Daisy (also $8.50) is made of
Appleton V/X,
Curacao, lemon juice, orange juice, Angostura bitters, and some
artificial egg-white substitute. I wasn't thrilled with that last
bit - real egg is tastes like real egg and fake egg tastes like fake
egg - but overall it is a drink worth making (at home, with real egg
white, etc.).
When I was there, two girls came in, and asked Loretta's
co-bartender
if it was still happy hour. He quipped that "we're always happy
here", but didn't answer their question. In retrospect, the end
result is that I can't answer it for you either; if there is a time to
get a bargain, I don't know about it.
Recently closed in Cleveland
Kluck's
Restaurant
1313
West 117th Street, Lakewood, Ohio
October, 2008
v2.0
Cocktail Snob review by James Teitelbaum

Kluck's opened in
the early 1940s, and as of early 2008, still looked
largely the same as
it must have looked on opening day.
This subfusc restaurant had a
little bit of that 'old-people smell' going on inside, and when we
visited it was as quiet a a tomb in there. Kluck's was decorated
with a variety of nautical art and artifacts that compliment the menu
of seafood. German and American dishes are served as well.
This is a good spot for the mid-century aficionado to visit and
support Kluck's; one gets the feeling that this place is going under
any minute
now*.
Kluck's has a full bar, and their staff assures us that they serve
excellent cocktails.
However, we've heard this all before, and we'll reserve our praise
until we can get over there and have them serve us an at least adequate
Sidecar or Martini.
A full investigation is imminent.
Stay tuned, true believers.
* = It did.
Kluck's closed in 2008 and was replaced by a thoroughly generic
Mexican place.
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