I think I’m going to like my new commute to work…
I think I’m going to like my new commute to work…
The beard is back!
Apparently the Hall of Justice is in Cincinnati, Ohio!
Cincinnati Union Terminal and fountain, Cincinnati, Ohio by Boston Public Library on Flickr, and my GIF.
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I seriously cannot get enough of this city!
I felt a brief moment of comfort while preparing for the zombie apocalypse. An expert on the topic reported that the cataclysmic event will not be as bad as what is portrayed in film because the movies never show scavengers like dogs and birds, which will eat the zombies, thereby making life for…
My friend Greg discusses the impending zombie apocalypse. Spoiler alert, zombie experts will make you more worried than the movies.
I need to go to this someday!
Happy Halloween! This is my “professional” costume
Rainy day in Cincy
It’s that time of year again!
I just read one of the neatest “love letters” about Cincinnati:
“Chef David Falk, who owns and operates three restaurants as part of his Boca Restaurant Group, has lived and honed his craft at restaurants in Chicago, Rome and Florence. A graduate of the Culinary Institute of America, Falk moved home to Cincinnati in September 2001 and opened Boca, his first restaurant. Falk lives perched above downtown in the historic Prospect Hill neighborhood.
Italianate: an architectural style familiar to Cincinnatians, to me, this word means history, it means culture and the effect of row after row of rooftops overlooking the city I have called my home for so many years now. In the mid 19th century, you were the third largest city in America teeming with breweries, meat packing plants, and soap making facilities, yarn-spinners, potters, drunks, millionaires, future presidents, and every kind of immigrant imaginable. This is the kind of city I wanted to find when I left for New York, Chicago and later Rome. I wanted to be among the romantics, the artists, the students of the good life. I spent ten years searching for something I found almost immediately upon returning. Sometimes moving forward requires going back.
I am a chef. I am a restaurateur. It’s what I do and I love doing it. I believe the same things that make a great restaurant make a great city: the connection between a vision and the people that carry it out, the structures that seem to rise from the mind to the sky and the progress of those who create them. Cincinnati, you are a city of creators. Restaurants, like cities, would not exist without the tireless ones, the ones that spend every ounce of energy toiling to make them great because they believe in the vision of visionaries.
I left because I was young and bored. Bored of mediocrity, bored of sugar in tomato sauce, bored of preppy girls with perfectly-starched preppy collars. That’s all changed now. You’re no longer drinking your pains away with Dayton, making subtle jabs at Akron, when Lebron James was just a glimmer in Cleveland’s eye.
Cincinnati, you’ve grown into yourself, you eat vitamins, you’ve visited places, famous places, places where tourists take photographs. The braces are gone, you learned about "product”; people are calling you. They want something long-term.
Yet, you contradict yourself, and damn, if that doesn’t make you hot. Your soul contains multitudes, as Whitman put it. You are Findlay Market, teeming with suburbanites and urbanites, homeless and renters, bleary-eyed bachelors and bright-faced families. You are the Roebling Bridge, the singing bridge. Hit me if this sounds lame, but you are hip. You’re taking less time to do your nails because you can’t wait to get back to killing it.
I don’t always love you in winter. Would it kill you to snow once in awhile? But sometimes you relent, covering my Prospect Hill in white and my mind leaps continents and eras to snow-bound villages of my childhood daydreams. I love you in the fall when I drive out to ￼New Richmond and you glow all shades of red, yellow and orange. Spring reminds me why we got involved in the first place: it was a warm sunny afternoon in one of your parks or some tree-lined street, the colors in the sky matching the pinkish hue of your lips. I even love you in summer… for about a week, and then the air gets so thick you could swear you were swimming in it. All of your faces are flawed and beautiful and inspire in me the passion I felt when I first saw your skyline stretched over the river as I drove through the Cut-in-the-Hill.
I left you for other women. They did not have your warmth, your endless gratitude or that look you give me when you’re ready to leave a party. I remember that I have to share you now; you’re a hot commodity; the bee’s knees. But you taught me humility. The bend in the river always reminds me of the smiles of my guests as they leave my restaurants. I smile back knowing that sometimes a smile says enough.
When I left, Cincinnati’s food scene was largely uninspired. Although, I must admit, I’ve always been intoxicated by your controversial chili. This strange Greek concoction maligned by some, fiercely defended by others, nursed me through so many hangovers (and contributed to a few). But you’ve changed and you’re so much more. The facsimile boredom has imploded leaving in its white-bread dust gloriously reformed Cincinnati cuisine. You’ve given hillbillies and debutants equal opportunity to expand a passion for food that would make Ferdinand Pointe scream, “Le Grande Cuisine!”
I’m humbled. You’ve accepted me with open arms, embracing my many quirks and whims, supporting my ambition and allowing me to take root in your core where the iconic Maisonette once held your heart. Shepherding me back to the place where I began. We are lucky enough to have people in this city driven by the pursuit of an ideal; dedicated to doing things the right way, the slow way. There was a time when you couldn’t even get a decent cup of coffee in this town. Now, I can’t throw a rock without hitting some hipster with a pour-over or a chemex, but I find it increasingly difficult to start my day without a cup brewed from this “collective” passion for coffee. When I buy beef, aged by generations of butchers or slide my tongue over cold French Pot ice cream to escape your summers, I feel close to you.
It’s true, you’re no longer known as the “Crown Jewel of the West,” bragging to St. Louis about having the second tallest building in the world, your river filled to capacity with boats and barges, but you rumble with a new greatness. I can feel it when the symphony is warming up to Sceherazade in Music Hall, a building that can stir romance in the most cold-hearted soul; that feeling of butterflies in my stomach like it’s the first date. I start to see our future together, imagining what our lives will look like. Will we continue to grow together? Will you always look this good?
Cincinnati, you and I both grew and changed while I was away. You are courageous; a romantic pioneer. I think I realized just how far you had come one night this summer, our city park ablaze with lights, lights that took an army of tech engineers to achieve, lights as a gift to your many lovers, 35,000 of them squeezed together in celebration. To steal a phrase from Fitzgerald's Great Gatsby, in those lights I saw our “orgiastic future.” While Fitzgerald’s light recedes farther and farther out of view, your light, Cincinnati, shines even brighter. You are no longer that embarrassing girlfriend I don’t tell my friends about, insecure and self-conscious. You’re alive and breathing in gasps of energy and I scream my love for you from the Italianate rooftops.“
- David Falk
I love when I get to wear a suit to work
Yup, Cincinnati is pretty cool.
Smale Park has some fantastic views.
This is a dope picture. Also, is it snowboarding season yet?
Halloween in Cincinnati
Their donuts are fantastic!
These are fascinating images. So strange to see them standing by themselves
Stabilization work has begun on the former Regal Theater in the West End!
These are just too good not to share. We were given our engagement pictures last week! Our good friend and amazing photographer Alicia did a fantastic job! If you live in the Cincy area and need portraits/engagement photos, please check out Alicia’s Facebook page for more information:
Cincinnati Trivia time! Where was I?
The drive in this morning. It’s hard not to get excited about working downtown when this is my view every day.
If you’re ever in Columbus OH, you have to check out The Crest! Incredible food, great atmosphere and most of their ingredients come from their rooftop garden!
View from Ault Park - Cincinnati, OH