Sky Lounge Parma — Restaurant in Parma Heights

This place is straight up an awful experience for the customers and for the musical acts they hire out externally.

I had been going there for a little less than a year. The food itself isn't the worst, but there's definitely better elsewhere. Not a fan of getting rice and having the only seasoning on it is cinnamon. The main problem I had with this place was how awful getting a drink or a hookah. On average there was only 2 people behind the bar, mind you some nights had 50+ people and others had

My wife and I went here on a weekday night to check it out. Upon pulling into the parking lot we saw what should have been our first clue to turn around and go elsewhere. There were 5-6 very high end vehicles parked out front; those were the only cars in the lot. We joked that we might be interrupting a "family meeting" based on the cars in the lot.

When we walked in a doorbell rang announcing our arrival and we were promptly sat at a table. All of the tables had white tablecloths surrounding a stage and dance floor.

There was 1 lonely customer at the bar, my wife and I, and what we assume to be friends/family of the ownership at another table. They were using a hookah and having a loud conversation. We found the odor of the hookah to be a poor pairing with food. There was no background music at all to drown them out.

The waitress must have just started this job and it showed with her inexperience. She was very kind but did not have knowledge of the happy hour special or what drinks were available. Overall she very friendly, just inexperienced and that should improve with time.

The food was good, the menu was your typical Mediterranean menu. I felt the food was a tad overpriced. For what we paid we could have went elsewhere for better service and atmosphere.

We felt very out of place and a bit uncomfortable. We will not be dining at this restaurant again. We would definitely get take out because the...

1 Star – I came for hookah, not a hostage situation

If you’re looking for a nice, chill night with friends and some smooth hookah… RUN. Because what you’ll actually get is a bald man with the vocal range of a dying blender screaming into a microphone like he’s auditioning for "American Idol: Apocalypse Edition."

This dude was howling like someone stole his cat and made him sing about it. Every note he hit felt like a personal attack on my eardrums. And the volume? Jesus Christ. I’ve been to music festivals that were quieter. It was so loud I think I accidentally time-traveled for a second.

Not only was the singing atrocious, but they blasted it like it was Beyoncé, when in reality it sounded like a drunk uncle at karaoke night... if that uncle also had bronchitis and a personal vendetta against melody.

At one point, my hookah hose was vibrating from the bass of this man’s scream-sing. I’m not exaggerating when I say I left with a headache, an existential crisis, and mild hearing loss.

To management: please, for the love of all things holy, never let that man sing again. Ever. Honestly, put the mic in a safe, throw the safe in the ocean, and don’t let him within 100 feet of a speaker. If this is the entertainment you’re proud of, you owe every customer a formal apology and a year of therapy.

Final thoughts: Good hookah. Terrible choices. Felt like...