of years ago I was heading up William Howard Taft Road to Gilbert
Avenue and was nearing the intersection in the left turn lane when a
contractor’s van started tailgating me. The driver whaled on his horn
for me to move. Now, seriously, this guy had a gas pedal and could go
much faster than me.
Hugo’s tiny, savory corn fritters ($9) are the perfect first course for our Taste of Oakley. Hugo’s slant on Southern cuisine is sophisticated but totally approachable, and the bar area offers a comfortable spot to share a starter without committing to three courses.
Danny Cross' article on cycling in Cincinnati ("No One Rides for Free," issue of Sept. 3) was passed to me today by a co-worker, and I read it with great interest. I took up cycling about eight years ago, and it's become a real passion.