We’ve already covered the social, political and economic angles of the development of the Horseshoe in previous CityBeat
issues, but for this issue, with no real agenda, we
decided to just wander a few blocks over to the Horseshoe after work to check out the behemoth and see what all
the fuss was about.
I didn’t mean to start the night off in
such an anti-social fashion, but the poker room manager surprisingly had
a seat open at a no-limit table when I walked up and, as is often the
case in public poker settings, the competition looked pretty weak.
Glamble (glam-bl) v. –
the act of dressing in formal, eye-catching attire at a casino, with
the intent to meet interesting people and obtain excellent service
without spending a lot of money; a combination of the words “glamour”
Needless to say, we at CityBeat
have had a jocular, contentious relationship with Buffett — the man, the
myth and the entire unwindulaxing Margaritaville™ industry (but not
tequila) — ever since, so the opportunity to check out his restaurant at
the Horseshoe Casino was too salacious to pass up.
Outside the balmy perimeter of
Margaritaville, conveniently nestled within the confines of the
Horseshoe Casino’s walls, sits steakhouse Jack Binion’s, Café Italia and
all-you-can-eat Spread Buffet. And each of these kitchens (plus the
banquet and event center catering) are overseen by Horseshoe Casino
Executive Chef Pete Ghione.
The road to Sonja Hansen’s home is lined with houses that all look the same. Three left-hand turns off Loveland-Miamiville Road through sidewalk-free suburbia sits the Hansens’ five-bedroom brick house, home of the most infamous lady in Loveland this side of sex-toy merchant Patty Brisben.
Theater is a great, creative outlet for
kids. Sonja Hansen’s efforts in Loveland inspired dozens of them and
engaged their families in a wholesome, enjoyable extracurricular
activity. Such undertakings are also learning experiences. Sadly, this
lesson in repression over trivial matters sends a terrible message to
For The Art of Food, Kravetz is the “marshmallow, glue and
sugar-coated sweetness” at the center of “Let Them Eat Cake (on the
Cakewalk),” a fashion show of 11 delectable looks from 15 artists
working with several layers of DAAP students, beauty experts, bakers and
In the big public push for his 2014-2015
budget proposal, Republican Gov. John Kasich has often sounded
progressive. But deeper analyses of Kasich’s budget found that the
governor was likely off with some of his claims.
Marjorie Celona’s Y and Leah Stewart’s The History of Us
are more than just novels by writers who happen to be female; they’re
sensitive, psychologically complex works that deal the nature of
identity in ways both singular and incisive.
It’s a frigid weekday afternoon in early February, less
than three weeks after the publication of Leah Stewart’s fourth novel, The History of Us,
a Cincinnati-set coming-of-age tale marked by psychological insight, a
sneakily addictive narrative thrust and a deft use of dialogue.
Published to wide acclaim in early January, the affecting Y
is a novel of myriad pleasures, the most obvious being Celona’s
sensitive, psychologically complex conception of Shannon, a character
who refuses to leave one’s consciousness.
This Valentine’s Day we’re not going to try to
define love. But CityBeat’s 2013 Love
List will introduce you, in a strictly platonic way, to nine “hot”
locals in various service, creative and philanthropic industries who
have turned their passions into successful careers.
“From as early as I can remember I wanted
to be a hairstylist,” says Jessie Hoffman, owner/stylist at Parlour
salon. “I always had my hands on hair — cutting my dolls’ hair very
early on and foiling and hacking at brave friends’ locks in high
spending several months cooped up inside, immobilized, recovering from a
back injury sustained during a car accident, Abby Artemisia had a
realization: “I realized how vital nature is to my life, how much I
missed it and how precious every moment is. … I realized I’d never be
happy working inside and had to do something that fulfilled me.”