Very few times am I proud to say I live in Cincinnati. Not for any particular reason, I don’t hate the place or anything, but it never really felt any different from St. Louis where I grew up. Well yesterday was different. As I wondered the downtown street that hosted the annual Taste of Cincinnati event, I saw a major part of Cincinnati’s culture and community bonding together and celebrating good food, good beer (although Budweiser and Miller did make an appearance, bleh), and good times.
If you guys didn’t go this year, I highly suggest checking it out next time (or today if you can hurry down there!)