Lunch at the Pub (Part 1)

While my nephew Dan Jr. and his wife Laura are in Jamaica, his parents Dan Sr. and Patty (my sister) flew in from Boston to Pittsburgh to baby-sit their grandchildren Amy and Emily.  Dan and Laura live in Howland Township, OH (near Warren).  Patty and Dan are re-learning the logistics of extra-curricular activities.  These include soccer, dance lessons, piano lessons (Amy only), and yoga. Visiting family during their stay is another lesson in logistics!

Thankfully, Patty was available to join my brother Bob and me for lunch on September 23.  Since she and Dan Sr. have the responsibility of taking the girls to and from school, when Patty called us the day before, she asked us to take public transportation to a place that is a little closer to the Warren area.  Restaurants near I-271 that were also public transportation friendly were the most logical option.  My first choice was Scrambler Marie's on Som Center Road in Mayfield Heights.  However, there was only one route available during lunchtime (Later in the afternoon, there is another bus route that would allow a shorter walk to the restaurant which is ironically closed by this time.  (Scrambler Marie's closes at 3:00 P.M.)).

Since there are a number of public transportation methods to reach Beachwood Place, Legacy Village, La Place, and Cedar Center/University Town Square, Bob suggested that I find a suitable place in that area.  I researched a number of places in the Beachwood Place/La Place area where we have never eaten.  The two top choices were Claddagh Irish Pub, which is at Legacy Village and The Pub, which is at Beachwood Place.  After researching the menus of both restaurants, I chose The Pub. I then called Dan Jr. and Laura's house to reveal the decision to Patty.  (Dan Sr. would have been an acceptable conduit for the information.)

Fast forward to Tuesday.  Bob and I took a bus to Downtown Cleveland.  We then took a train to connect with another bus that took us to our final destination.  We walked through Beachwood Place to find the restaurant.  (There are other options which would have left us closer to the restaurant, but we had chosen this route because it worked better for us.)  We looked at the menu to refresh our memories.  I had decided to step outside to wait for Patty and/or Dan.  As it turned out, Patty was waiting on a bench near the restaurant.  Since the restaurant was not open yet, we waited outside for a few moments before entering the restaurant.  By the way, Dan Sr. chose to skip this outing, but he sent his regrets.