I should Fully Disclose that I lived in Cincinnati while attending grad school for a few years. When not being eaten by a fabulous cockroach, Cincinnasty was noted for several distinctions, including its old baseball team, old used book stores, old strip clubs, its old really cheap “steak” house, old restaurants with good European food, Fountain Square, and Classical allusions (also, Classical illusions, but that’s a separate story)….
I met a woman from Cincinnati back in 1980. She lived on Mt. Adams. The Blind Lemon (named for Blind Lemon Jefferson) on Mt. Adams was a happening place back then. Walt’s Hitching Post over in Covington, KY was a must stop for ribs. The Maisonette, downtown on Sixth Street between Walnut and Main, was a très élégant Mobil Five-Star French restaurant (and deserving of every one of those 5 stars). At one time it was It the longest running Mobil Five-Star restaurant in North America.
The woman dumped me for a Harvard professor, later worked at ABC as Roone Arledge’s executive assistant, eventually dying of cancer in 2005, the same year the Maisonette closed.
To fly to Cincinnati for some of that “chili”, most non-Ohioans have to go thru the airport coded CVG … Covington, Kentucky … Gateway to the South … located at the confluence of the Ohio and Licking Rivers … regular or crispy KFC vs 2-3-4-5-way chili … your (um) choice ….
Watched a game at the Cinci ballpark once. Pete Rose played, so you know how long ago that was. I wonder what he was doing writing frantically in his notebook…OK, I won’t pick on him. A hall-of-fame talent, no doubt. Gambling seems to be an addiction, maybe as hard to break as alcohol or painkillers. My neuroscientist friend says that these things “re-wire” your brain, and it’s almost impossible to fix.
Thy noodle come, Thy sauce be yum, on top some grated Parmesan. Give us this day our garlic bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trample on our lawns. And lead us not into vegetarianism, but deliver us some pizza, for thine is the meatball, the onion, and the bay leaves, forever and ever.
Sisyphos over 3 years ago
Sounds good to me.
I should Fully Disclose that I lived in Cincinnati while attending grad school for a few years. When not being eaten by a fabulous cockroach, Cincinnasty was noted for several distinctions, including its old baseball team, old used book stores, old strip clubs, its old really cheap “steak” house, old restaurants with good European food, Fountain Square, and Classical allusions (also, Classical illusions, but that’s a separate story)….Mad-ge Dish Soap over 3 years ago
Looks as if the headless horseman is now the two headed horseman.
painedsmile over 3 years ago
I’m too lazy to look up Cincinnati chili. I’ll pretend that I did. In the mean time, I’ll wait for somebody else to do it and fill me in.
painedsmile over 3 years ago
I hate it when my helmet headdress talks too much.
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 3 years ago
Cincinnati Red, and his wonder dog, Manfred Mann, give an interview about the Golden Helmet, on a very special edition of Frog Applause.
coltish1 over 3 years ago
The chili did not agree, totally, with Cincinnatus’ gut. His helmet felt compelled to mention it.
3hourtour Premium Member over 3 years ago
… C.I.N. a needle and a pin…
…a skinny and a fatty…
…that’s how you spell Cincinnati…
…onion and a hot sauce must be added…
… it’s chili spaghetti…
…why are men shaving their chests?…I never understand that?…my talking helmet doesn’t talk so much as suggest…
…“Ohio is native American for poor white people.”…
igor1882 over 3 years ago
The real question is, redolent in how many ways?
Rotifer NOT GETTING RUBEN BOLLING’S PIN Thalweg Premium Member over 3 years ago
I met a woman from Cincinnati back in 1980. She lived on Mt. Adams. The Blind Lemon (named for Blind Lemon Jefferson) on Mt. Adams was a happening place back then. Walt’s Hitching Post over in Covington, KY was a must stop for ribs. The Maisonette, downtown on Sixth Street between Walnut and Main, was a très élégant Mobil Five-Star French restaurant (and deserving of every one of those 5 stars). At one time it was It the longest running Mobil Five-Star restaurant in North America.
The woman dumped me for a Harvard professor, later worked at ABC as Roone Arledge’s executive assistant, eventually dying of cancer in 2005, the same year the Maisonette closed.
I don’t know what any of this means.
Radish the wordsmith over 3 years ago
Two heads are better than one for eating chili.
Howard'sMyHero over 3 years ago
To fly to Cincinnati for some of that “chili”, most non-Ohioans have to go thru the airport coded CVG … Covington, Kentucky … Gateway to the South … located at the confluence of the Ohio and Licking Rivers … regular or crispy KFC vs 2-3-4-5-way chili … your (um) choice ….
Ray_C over 3 years ago
Watched a game at the Cinci ballpark once. Pete Rose played, so you know how long ago that was. I wonder what he was doing writing frantically in his notebook…OK, I won’t pick on him. A hall-of-fame talent, no doubt. Gambling seems to be an addiction, maybe as hard to break as alcohol or painkillers. My neuroscientist friend says that these things “re-wire” your brain, and it’s almost impossible to fix.
willie_mctell over 3 years ago
Ecch. Run away.
6turtle9 over 3 years ago
The Plumage is strong in this one.
painedsmile over 3 years ago
Who died of cancer, the woman or the professor?
InquireWithin over 3 years ago
“This… is… spaghetti!!
Radish the wordsmith over 3 years ago
Thy noodle come, Thy sauce be yum, on top some grated Parmesan. Give us this day our garlic bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trample on our lawns. And lead us not into vegetarianism, but deliver us some pizza, for thine is the meatball, the onion, and the bay leaves, forever and ever.
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