Cleveland; a city that on any given block in the area you are within walking distance to a Fish Fry during the Catholic Season of Lent. It’s a fact.
I have an impressive vinyl collection. 1,000’s of records, no Steely Dan or Joe Jackson. You know, I only have the good stuff.
We tried to stop for meatballs at Porco, but it was packed full of extras from The Talented Mr. Ripley. Weird shit man. Really strange.
Seriously, Fritos and chili in a chip bag with a fork and call it haute cuisine. They take pictures of it and are proud of it. It was so ludicrous. People were getting their food advice from some 90 year old crypt keeper.