Refined, low-lit institution with upscale Italian fare, live piano music & a stylish crowd.
Hours
| Monday | 11:30 AM–10:30 PM |
| Tuesday | 11:30 AM–10:30 PM |
| Wednesday | 11:30 AM–10:30 PM |
| Thursday | 11:30 AM–10:30 PM |
| Friday | 11:30 AM–11:30 PM |
| Saturday | 5–11:30 PM |
| Sunday | 4–9 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 1406 W 6th St, Cleveland, OH 44113
Phone: (216) 623-0055
Website: http://www.johnnyscleveland.com/
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Reviews
During our second visit, the service still felt unwelcoming, particularly toward my friend who was treated noticeably differently without any clear reason. Don’t want to assume it has anything to do with race, but whatever it was, it definitely affected our comfort level and overall experience.
We were expecting something more upscale, but the atmosphere was very loud with noisy drunks. The bathrooms were quite dirty. The food itself was decent but nothing to go out of the way for. The fried mozzarella was frozen, not fresh, so the cheese inside was cold and hard. They do have some unique entrée options which were the best parts of the meal.
This place was recommended to me, but I later found out the recommendation was actually for Johnny’s on Fulton, not this downtown establishment. Unfortunately, this experience just didn’t live up to expectations.
We ordered our entrees. No finesse or plating skills more like a dinner. The short ribs tasted like they were leftovers and microwaved. My friend’s $72.00 veal chop was so tough that he didn’t finish it. I ordered the pike dinner
the fish tasted like it was frozen burned. The cappuccino coffee maker was broken. The waitress read off the desserts. 2 of the 3 they were out of. Why tell us if you didn’t have them. All in all, our bill came to $500.00, including tip. We obviously won’t go back. We should have read the latest reviews first. Horrible, overpriced, and small portions. RIP OFF !!!
The food matched the attitude. The Baked Escargot was tough and oily, the Caesar Salad limp and sour. My Veal Scallopini & Shrimp was a salty, overcooked mess, and my partner’s Pasta Puttanesca tasted like plain noodles in tomato water.
We waited nearly an hour between courses with no apology, no updates — just silence. By the time dessert was offered, we were ready to leave and never look back.
Johnny’s might still live off its old reputation, but that’s all it has left. Between the rude staff, dirty uniforms, and forgettable food, it’s a Cleveland classic that’s completely lost its class.
I had heard the legends about Johnny’s Downtown — the “iconic” Cleveland spot where old-school charm supposedly meets fine dining. What I actually got was a three-hour test of patience and indigestion, masquerading as a meal.
From the moment we sat down, things started going downhill. The waiter disappeared for 20 minutes before even bringing water — perhaps he was off trying to find the lemons for the “lemon butter” they later drowned the Potato Crusted Grouper in. When it finally arrived, the fish was soggy, not crisp; the potato crust tasted like wet cardboard seasoned with regret. I’ve had better texture control microwaving frozen fish sticks.
The French Onion Soup, supposedly a house classic, came lukewarm — like someone had described the concept of “heat” to it once, long ago. The cheese was rubbery enough to double as a bungee cord, and the broth had the complexity of a bouillon cube melted in tap water.
My companion’s Veal Parmesan was a crime scene. The veal was hammered thinner than a parking ticket, the mozzarella slouched over it like it had given up, and the marinara sauce was somehow both bland and acidic. Even Olive Garden would’ve called this a bad day.
Then came the Homemade Gnocchi — doughy little stress balls floating in a sauce so heavy it could anchor a freighter. The shrimp were overcooked into chewy pink marbles, the broccoli limp and lifeless, and the Romano cream tasted like curdled ambition.
We tried to find redemption in dessert, but the only thing served swiftly was the bill — a cruel joke, given that we’d waited over 45 minutes between courses. Even the Soup du Jour took so long I started to wonder if they were waiting for the next day to arrive.
The atmosphere? Somewhere between “dimly lit nostalgia” and “funeral home with candles.” The once-elegant charm feels stale, as though the restaurant’s glory days are as distant as their sense of urgency.
If Johnny himself still roams this kitchen, I suggest he take a long, hard look at his Filet Mignon ($60.95) and ask: “Why does it taste like despair?”
In short:
Service: slower than a glacier.
Food: uninspired, overcooked, and overpriced.
Ambience: dated to the point of parody.
Save your evening — and your digestive tract — and head literally anywhere else downtown. Johnny’s might once have been a Cleveland institution, but now it’s just a museum exhibit of mediocrity.