Cleats Club Seat Grille
30829 Euclid Avenue
Wickliffe, OH 44092
(440) 944-4462
Since Jason no longer works on Wednesdays (Just Teasin’ is cutting back hours) we have a nice "Ladies Lunch" every week. We always try to go to a different restaurant so we have more to write about on here, but there is one thing that always trumps diversity: $0.35 wings! Awww yeah! You knows it. Cleats has $0.35 chicken wings every Wednesday, I think it is until 7, but don’t quote me on that. Jason and I have been there twice in the last few weeks ordering nothing but a mountain of chicken wings each time. I am the Sir Edmund Hillary of delicious chicken parts.
Each time we visited Cleats we went to the one closest to our house which is on Euclid Ave. in Wickliffe. Beautiful country there folks. If you do visit this location, make sure to check out the sweet "Magic-technicolor-car-fixin’-spiral of wonder" on the building next door. I would totally take my car to those guys.
> As I mentioned before Jason and I visited this Cleats during lunch and I don’t know where the hell they get their waitresses from, but they aren’t very professional. The first time we were there two waitresses stood right next to our table and swore like a couple of sailors about a guy they knew. That’s exactly what I want to hear about while I’m enjoying a meal ladies, your pathetic white-trash life. Save it for the kitchen. And the last time we visited, our waitress dropped something as she was clearing our dishes from in front of us and she said, "What the F was that?" She could have cared less there were customers right in front of her.
Why do I always wait till the end to talk about the food you ask? Because I’m a dick. That’s why. The food at the Wickliffe Cleats is freakin awesome. They have hand-cut french fries and although they are a bit on the pricey side, they still taste good. Especially with some of that malt vinegar up on there.
Cleats has a huge selection of sauces and rubs for their chicken wings, but no need for you to wonder which ones to choose as Jason and I have tried about every one already. Here is the breakdown:
Six Pepper Blend – A dry rub that is so salty it could be used to preserve human bodies for mummification. This was really bad and almost inedible. The surprising part is that it didn’t taste like pepper in any way, shape or form.
Teriyaki – I was really disappointed in this one, it was just your basic bottled teriyaki sauce and you could completely tell.
Memphis Belle – This sauce is fantastic. It, like many of the sauces at Cleats, is a sweet sauce along the lines of a teriyaki. The Mephis Belle sauce was sweet with trailing hint of orange zest or orange marmalade that I really dug.
Kentucky Bourbon – This was a good sauce as well, but I don’t think it had the body of the Mephis Belle. It had the faint taste of bourbon, but more sweet than anything.
New Orleans Jazz – This sauce brought back memories of thousands of poverty stricken minorities standing on the decks of the Superdome being interviewed by Anderson Cooper. Just kidding. I don’t remember what they tasted like, but I also don’t remember being real impressed.
Buffalo Ranch – Your traditional Buffalo style chicken wing sauce with ranched mixed in to create a new flavor and save me from dipping in ranch. Just what you’d expect from that combo of flavors.
Samurai – This is just like their teriyaki sauce except it tastes good. I’m pretty sure they start with teriyaki and spice it up with some hot pepper flakes to make a really good sauce. One of mine and Jason’s favorites.
Sweet Heat – Not only did we order these the first time we went to Cleats, but also the second time. I still to this day have no idea why. They are just disgusting. The sauce tastes like tomato paste mixed with sugar and ground dried chilies. There is nothing good about that. Just so that we didn’t waste these, we actually took napkins and wiped all the sauce off and then dipped them in another flavor.
Hot Garlic Parmesan – Now this folks was a most excellent chicken wing. Its your basic Buffalo style hot sauce with garlic thrown in for good measure topped off with grated Parmesan cheese. I’d be willing to sell an organ for a basket of these. Not an important organ or anything, maybe like a spleen or an eyeball or something.
On a final note, when we were leaving Cleats in Wickliffe, something happened that pissed me right off. An elderly woman was pushing her husband in his wheelchair out of the restaurant. Apparently the owners at Cleats have never read the Americans with Disabilities Act of 1990 because right in the doorway there is a piece of trim about an inch high across the floor. The poor old lady had to have her husband get out of his wheelchair and hold on to the door just so she could get the wheelchair out of the door. Luckily Jason and I were there to help her otherwise it would have been one hell of an ordeal for her to hold the door open, hold up her husband and lift the wheelchair over the trim. That’s total bullshit and it should be fixed immediately.
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