Julie Fay and her business partner, Mike Markiewicz, had been involved in various aspects of Cincinnati’s Main Street arts and entertainment district since the early 1990s. After St. Theresa’s Textiles moved from a building that Fay owned, she decided to open a “destination business” that would bring people to the area.
Green Dog Cafe is exploding on the scene and so far has been met with mixed reviews. Why? Because it’s different. Seeing as it was started by veteran restaurateurs Mark and Mary Swortwood, who also started the Brown Dog Cafe in Blue Ash and Tinks Cafe in Clifton, the decision to forgo conventional table service in favor of a walk-up counter wasn’t made on a whim.
Fantasy football drafts. Tailgating. Running your mouth. There are many great aspects to this narrow season between face-melting heat and bone-chilling cold called we call Autumn. In many ways sports come to mind when mentally tallying the good things about fall. What Thanksgiving would be complete without you and your weakarmed relatives throwing wobbly passes back and forth in the yard?
A slice of authentic New York pizza is hard to come by in a city like Cincinnati. Surely there is no lack of pizzerias that claim to offer a “New York style” pizza, but there is rarely agreement as to which place is the real deal. If you’ve had a true New York slice, you won’t argue when we say that Noce’s Pizzeria is Cincinnati’s latest addition that does offer the real deal.
I’ve whined in the past about Cincinnati’s mediocre pizza offerings. Sure, there are some exceptions — Dewey’s springs to mind — but for the most part, nothing here wows me. So, would Chi-nnati, a new Cincinnati-Chicago hybrid, become my new pizza Mecca?
Most locals consider Cincinnati to be a “baseball town.” Everyone hears family members and coworkers go on about just how great the Big Red Machine was or how exciting 1990 was when the Reds went wire-to-wire in first place and swept the Oakland A’s to win the World Series. Though it’s still relatively early, this year’s Reds are an exciting team that shows signs of being able to contend for a playoff spot.
It is sort of the Goldilocks version of concert venues. It’s not too big, not too small. It’s just right. The year-old PNC Pavilion at Riverbend has proven to be just the right mix for the Cincinnati concert porridge. The 4,100-seat amphitheater opened last spring, immediately filling a void in the Greater Cincinnati concert scene.
There’s only one American demographic that’s been only mildly affected by the recent recession and credit crunches, and that’s college students — they’ve actually benefited lately from the drop in gas prices and Domino's deciding to sell two pizzas in one box.
There is no spoon. Maybe there was prior to 1999. But that was before everything changed. During the summer of 1999, humanity suddenly had a choice between the red pill and the blue pill. We learned the first (and second) rule of fight club. We saw dead people.
He looked like a Tony, but when a regular came in and addressed our host as Bill, I realized my mistake. I asked the woman at the cash register and she informed us that Bill Fuerst bought Tony’s 8th Street Deli (326 E. Eighth St., Downtown, 513-564-9866) about three years ago and decided to keep the name.