To an ordinary person, the term “general store” might conjure up images of a podunk warehouse of sorts, nestled in a dusty, countryside town. A stop for horses and buggies along the Oregon Trail. Self-described as Cincinnati’s only “green general store,” Over-the-Rhine’s Park Vine is anything but podunk.
When I step into Reality Tuesdays, a Covington coffee joint, I scan the room for "band signs" — tattoos, Chucks, skate shoes, black clothes, wrecked hair or wicked T-shirts, the usual dead giveaways. Then I see two guys huddling in a booth — early twenties, whispering about sound systems. Bingo. Watson Park.
Progressive cities fare much better than the stodgy ones. And being stodgy typically breeds stifling behavior and uniformity antithetical to today’s urban dwellers and anyone else looking for a unique city-living experience. Boy, Cincinnati still rates pretty high on the “stodgy” meter.
Now that I've received my first piece of reader feedback for The Dish, which commented on my "bland reporting" of crepes last month (and other things I won't mention here), I will be sure to make things sound more exciting this month.