Mr. Peabody's Night Out

So Saturday was the little get together.  It was a decent amount of folks that showed up, enough to party and not enough to be annoying.  The beers were cracking open left and right, the Cavs game was on, the shots were flowing and everyone was getting ready for the karaoke!  Actually no one was really getting ready for karaoke, that's a lie.  A handful of us troopers managed to get up there and rock the mic.  Right after the Cavs turned that game around the crowd was fixated on the televisions that ran the length of the bar for the last quarter.  We all went nuts in the winning seconds of the game.  You would have thought we won the championship that night.  

Ahhh Mr. Peabody's, located on Pearl Road just north of Brookpark and the 480 overpass.  The sign beckons you in from a distance.  The logo looks like the outcome of a romantic encounter if Mr. Peanut and the Pringles guy got it on.  It's a nice sized tavern with pool tables, tons of those video crack machines and ample seating.  They serve your standard wing and burger bar food of which I was told was actually pretty good.  Parking isn't the greatest.  There is a small lot and the rest is street parking.  The clientele is pretty blue collar with no real targeted age range.  The bar stools were actually very comfortable.  The tables however had the most uncomfortable chairs known to mankind.  They were like something out of a medieval torture dining set with straight backs that crushed your spin.  The decor is NASCAR and Cleveland sports with hard wood accents.  The bathroom worth mentioning here smells horrible.  It seriously smells like the old elephant building at the Cleveland Zoo.  Blame it on old pipes or something but it fucking stinks.  It was clean and everything but sweet Jesus man air freshener by the gallon wouldn't help here.  I thought Anthony Sowell used this as a dump site it smelled that bad.

Overall though it is a decent working mans bar.  It's like something you would find in the Tremont or Ohio City area only in the middle of next to nothing.  The prices are pretty good; domestic bottles were only $2.50.  The taps are in need of a cleaning or the kegs need to be switched because there was zero carbonation and a funky taste to the Amber Bock I tried.  There were quite a few folks here for the karaoke and as with all karaoke there were some pro's and some absolute garbage.  Leroy Jones from Scoliosis Jones and myself both took a couple turns up there after some liquid courage.  We even belted out a little duet of David Allan Coe's famous "You Never Even Call Me By My Name" to cap off the night.  Let me tell you it was something to see and hear.  You wouldn't know that I had a set of pipes on me but yeah I actually do.  I can sing just can't play no damn guitar or nothing crazy like that.

The little mixer thing was great though.  We had folks from all walks of life from Fringe & Foundation studio Owner and Stylist Allison Bates, to Heidi Sue and Leroy Jones from the aforementioned Scoliosis Jones.  We had Professors to sales folks to normal blue collar working folks shoulder to shoulder having a good old time cheering on the Cavs, talking about Cleveland and enjoying a few cold ones.  It's a decent little shot and beer joint.  Don't expect any premium craft microbrews here, but you can drink on the cheap here and have a good time.  Service was hit or miss however they had probably 20 more people than they would on any given Saturday night so the hit or miss service at times I wouldn't think would be a normal occurrence.  I can see myself coming back to Mr. Peabody's honestly.  It was something different, off the beaten path and outside of the norm.  It's not my normal sort of night out but as a one off getting away from the mainstream of things yeah it's definitely an option.