Mr Peabody's Pub

How can I review this place after Jason - a damn near flawless review.

It's an Old Brooklyn working class dive bar that has aged since its last renovation in the early 90s. There's plenty of seating in 4 person booths, stools at the bar or larger tables.

There's a dozen or 2 of the 'video crack' sweepstakes machines giving out gas cards, I'll pass.

They had 3 or 4 taps with michelob amber and some domestics.

Their beer selection and service is hit and miss. My first visit, they charged $4.50 for a dos equis ! Equis on them.. The second and most recent visit,
they had 2 micro bottles, thirsty dog christmas ale for for $4.50 (probably from last winter) and a Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout (limited edition) for $5. How and why the hell they had that, I don't know. The bartender didn't even know what it was when she served it to me and couldn't find it for several minutes in the cooler.

Karaoke night on Saturday was not bad, there's a pretty large song catalog.
Lastly, there's a few dart boards and a well-maintained pool table with chalk and some nice cues.

Note that it's cash only !

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.

Minus one star alone for not taking credit cards by the way, lost another star for the stink.