Gloria Ferris

Sixty years in business, same family, same name, same destination. Do you know? If you said Ferris Steak House you would be right.

This restaurant holds a very fond place in my heart. Thirty two years ago when I moved to Cleveland to teach at West High School located on Franklin Avenue Ferris Steak House was the first bar and restaurant I entered. On the first day of school, the other teachers invited me tocome with them to one of their favorite after school watering holes. We were much younger then and drinking a few beers was more of a priority than eating. Ed Ferris and his brother were always behind the bar.
Every Friday they had the best fish fry. We drank and ate there often.

But times change and now when I enter Ferris Steak House it is to sample some of the best red meat in town. Last night I had one of the best cheeseburgers in recent memory. Tim noshed on potato pancakes that we both found a tad too crispy, but he had nothing but good things to say about his bowl of Manhattan Clam Chowder.

Although times have changed, you are still greeted by one of the Ferris family–Bruce Ferris. He has carried on the best traditions of his grandparents and uncles with the gracious hospitality he showers on his customers and the good food serves.

If you haven’t been there in awhile, you will be pleasantly surprised that Bruce has opened the windows creating a spacious, welcoming dining space.

DISCLAIMER: Barbara Ferris may claim us as her Irish cousins but this in no way influenced our rave review of this great establishment.