Put In Bay Brewing Co

This place was excellent and definitely hit the spot.
We were wandering around Put-in-Bay’s main area trying to find someplace to eat, I had saw that this place had high reviews on Unilocal so we decided to try it out. It’s very small and is an open air place, which ended up being fun because the town’s vintage car parade went by us while we were eating lunch.
We got the Firehouse pizza, I believe it was called, and it had grilled chicken, onions, red pepper pesto, and cheddar + mozzarella cheeses. The 16″ is about $ 18, which is a bit pricey, but it was delicious and worth it. You can also do beer samplers for $ 1.50 — I’m not a big beer person but their watermelon ale sounded interesting, so I did one of those.
Service was fine, we had plastic cups and paper plates which I found a bit interesting but maybe they don’t have a dishwasher or something.
I’d come back here again for the pizza!

Put-​in-​Bay Brewing is the type of place you go with your drunk friends and decide it’s a good idea to order a $ 50 pizza. You and your friends can take the blame for ordering food while intoxicated but the restaurant has no reason for putting out a terrible $ 50 plate of garbage masquerading as pie.
See, they have this $ 50 Stoner Pie at this joint and it was hyped up to be two large pizzas built on top of each other filled with items like french fries and cheese sticks. It was the modern-​day equivalent of a giant calzone that could feed 10 people. Basically the 8^th wonder of the world.
But the problem is, this was Put-​In-​Bay where standards only apply to back tattoos and trucker caps.
The $ 50 Stoner Pie turned out to be to poorly made orders of cheese bread with little cheese and lots of butter. They put the first pie down and layered it with soggy french fries that would make a childhood version of yourself weep. Then the crappy cheesesticks were added, along with some watered-​down coleslaw. Then they slapped on some more cheese and dough and called it a day. Nowhere to be found was the sauce, onions, peppers, meats and other staples of the pizza.
But the Brewing Co. don’t care. You are drunk and you ordered it and you are going to like it. And the next day when you are hungover and you hate life, you are going to eat the leftovers for breakfast because you aren’t a logical person.
If you were, you wouldn’t have been in Ohio in the first place.