Cleveland is not for the weak of heart.
The bitter sequence their sports fans have known ad nauseum—the last second Browns collapses, the Indians' oopsies and the recent, soul-less evacuation of LeBron James—reads like a recipe for madness.
Some of its streets can feel a little empty, in a misshaped, muggy and mean-mugging kind of way.
Fittingly, then, one of its flagship eateries is a place where compromised arteries need not apply.At Melt Bar & Grilled (216-226-3699), every sandwich is stacked and grilled and stuffed with cheese and other heart-rattling ingredients—but done so deliciously enough that a table for two necessitated a 45-minute wait.
The stamped metal ceilings and intergalactic light fixtures are also pretty fly.