Just came back from my bi-annual trip to Cincy, and it was a great weekend. Twice a year I kick around with all my internet nerd friends, and just like the internet it’s a rollicking good time. I saw fuzz, and Squiggs, and Kamidake, and Zapgun, and Psyber, and AmishJosh, and EVERYBODY. It was great. There is almost nothing so cool as walking into a bar full of thirty of your closest friends and the room just erupts with shouts and cheers and clapping and whistling and welcome. That was truly a rock and roll moment, and I loved it (thanks guys).
The Wade Money drove up from Carterville, Syro came down from the north side, and we rocked out the Merc to Cincy. St Louis down 64 to Louisville up 71 through NKY to the Natty. That route is five hours at five miles over the limit. Seems to be a lot faster than the Indy path we normally take.
Of all the places we saw, the most impressive was The Anchor. St Louis has a plethora of greasy spoons in the metro area, but none compares to the one around the corner from fuzz’s house. Their motto is “We might doze, but we never close.” Opened in 1946 it looks like it hasn’t been touched since it opened. It’s a small time operation that might seat 50 at max capacity. Service is slow, the food is bad, and it’s a dingy hole. I loved it, but wouldn’t eat there more than once a year.
On Saturday we went to “The Farm” to bust some caps, and hang out around the campfire. I have to say, my buddy Dave Loken is a mean shot with a pistol. As soon as he stepped up every target fell down out of fright. I hope that he’s on my side when the revolution comes.
Wade Money and I popped out to Niccola’s on Saturday night. While it was a very nice restaurant and the food was very nice; it didn’t really jive with the Money and I. A hundred bucks for a couple of cocktails, some decent pasta dishes, and two cups of coffee. Honestly, I liked the place, but it felt a bit pretentious. In their defense I feel that way in any place that’s more of a restaurant than a bar. We had a great waiter named Yuri, and his service was top notch. One complaint that I have is that they do the white tablecloth annoyance of placing the napkin in the lap. C’mon people, only a select few are invited within striking distance of my genitals.
We then drove to Mt Adams to check out the restaurant scene there. In a word: Dissapointing. Longsworth, The Wine Cellar, and The Pavilion were all equally uninspiring. I did appreciate the multilevel design, mosaic bar top, and sweeping murals at The Pavilion, though.
One high point was finding the Mount Adams Bar & Grill. Just like Dressel’s, but a wholly Republican place. The pictures on the wall were of GWB, Ronald Reagan and Richard Milhouse Nixon. It was originally a speakeasy during prohibition, and that character shines through in a way that made me feel at home as soon as we walked in. It was one of the nicest small houses that I’ve seen in a long time.
All in all, a great trip and I can’t wait until the next one.
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I don’t really like to gamble, but I like the hustle and bustle of a casino floor.