Mack Attack on Meatballs - Chatty's Pizzeria

“Want to do pizza and beers?” – I received this text from Anna while driving from the Akron airport on my 24-hour Cleveland trip. I’m not sure I’ve ever had or ever will have a negative response to that question and I actually felt a little offended that she had to ask. Am I that hostile? That’s a friendly question. I have issues.

So, off we went to Chatty’s in Bay Village, right across from Huntington Beach. To clarify, not the Huntington, CA beach in Orange County but rather the Huntington Beach on Lake Erie, the greatest of the Great Lakes, except on the “You’re not allowed to swim in the water because it’s too polluted” days. The place is small and nestled into a cozy area decorated for Christmas. If I had a soul and could feel emotions, I may have had a warm feeling. Rather, I was pumped for pizza and Christmas Ales with Family.

Anna and I started with Great Lakes Christmas Ales. Chris practiced sacrilege and initially said he was good with water but quickly changed to a 10% ABV can of bourbon drink. Yea, I have no idea and probably should google it. He said it was delicious and didn’t offer me a sip. The three of us ordered two pizzas, one New York Style and one square deep-dish style, both very meaty. The New Yorker was the meat lover (pepperoni, sausage, bacon, soppressata, and red bell peppers) while the deep dish was “Sweet Meat” (pepperoni, sausage, bacon and Mike's hot honey). Next up, Three Hos beers by Saucy Brew Works me and Anna. Brian, this is a family blog you can’t say “sweet meat” and “three hos” in back to back sentences. Um, nobody would read that as sexual if you didn’t point it out. Ok, I’ll leave it in.

Where was I? Oh yea, food. Mack ate 1/3 of his weight in meatballs and did a self-choreographed meatball dance to memorialize it. He also gave his mother a look of disdain for feeding a bite that was still smoldering. Relax Anna, only your loved ones read this blog. Meatballs also serve as steroids for Mack because he proceeded to rip his suctioned rubber place mat off the table, throw my phone on the ground, and then had to be restrained from drinking my beer. For Christ's sake Mack I’m your uncle and it’s a little emasculating do destroy a man’s property then drink his beer.