Don’t call it a restaurant. Cincinnati riverfront’s new Moerlein
Lager House is not just a restaurant — this becomes brazenly clear as
soon as you step into the 15,000-square-foot (without even including the
underground service level) beer mecca.
JimmyG’s offers fine dining fare in an
audacious setting. The dining area’s refined red wood walls are adorned
with the work of various local contemporary pop artists and the seating
arrangement provides a similar contrast, with yellow seat cushions on
white lattice-backed chairs paired with a fine dining table arrangement.
Three Meat Burger in Anderson Township hasn’t been open terribly long
(since late November last year) but a quick perusal on Google brings up
many positive reviews from happy, satisfied customers. The customer
satisfaction isn’t hard to understand once you’ve been to Sonny’s, eaten
the food and experienced the superior level of service the employees
I’m writing this on a January afternoon
and there’s a bright blue, cloudless sky outside. Weird, but in a good
way, right? I never would have expected anything but grey snow during
this time of year, but with the sun shining I feel energetic and
Shoshannah and Doug Hafner opened Honey
in 2005. They’ve always been into serving fine food in a casual
atmosphere. On any night you’ll be greeted by a friendly staff and
probably a soundtrack with lots of local artists in the queue. On Tuesdays you can also choose from
between five $10 menu items.
A recent knock-off discovery angered up my blood so
much that I began to wonder if there were any limits to what a chain
decides to copy and sell at a cheaper rate. Taking on Chips Ahoy! is far from
stunning. But a supermarket chain would never take on America’s most
beloved cookie-sellers, The Girl Scouts of the United States of America.
Or would they?
These two museums don’t just have
wonderful art — they also both have fantastic cafés. I recently
undertook a mission to dine at both: CAM’s Terrace Café and the Lindner
Family Café at the Taft Museum. I decided that I wouldn’t just eat at
the cafés — I would also see what treasures the museums had to offer.
The prospect of Greek food on a cold
January night sounded pretty inviting, but blublu really outdoes itself
in the inviting department. We arrived at the restaurant a little on the
early side for dinner, but the Nika family was already busy. Our
host/server still politely greeted and seated us before dashing back
behind the counter to ring up a carryout order and answer the phone.
So who was lucky enough to land the big, bold
location with wrap-around windows at the corner of Vine and 12th, right
next to the Ensemble Theater? I’m glad to say it’s Taste of Belgium
Bistro. With their origins in Findlay Market, Jean Francois Flechet’s
Taste of Belgium is an Over-the-Rhine original, and they deserve this
spotlight location in the hottest dining district in town.
You know you’re getting old when you
determine where you will eat based on ease of parking. That is precisely
why I have not been to Mount Adams in years. Aside from parking, I
really don’t have the T&A to get into the hot nightspots anyway.
Luckily, for brunch there is a reasonable expectation of a parking spot
and no expectation of cleavage.
If you feel like we’re heading into the
New Year in survival mode, you’re not alone. These are wicked times,
dear readers, and it’s hard to keep yourself from worrying about whether
you ought to stockpile canned goods or raise chickens in the backyard.
I’ve thought about both. The chicken idea got nixed when I saw a possum
the size of a Smart car strolling along the top of my fence one night.
When I was growing up, my dad insisted
that on every New Year’s Day we eat sauerkraut and knockwurst. He’d cook
a giant roasting pan full of it. Jumbo sausages, bursting with fat,
surrounded by kraut, apples and onions and god knows what, and we had to
dig in or else.