Things are happening on Vine Street downtown when it comes to restaurants.
Looks like Jean-Robert’s new restaurant, Jean-Robert’s Table, will finally be opening in August.
Hamburger Mary’s opened here some year ago, then changed their name to something else, then closed down for several months and then came back as Hamburger Mary’s. Well now there’s a chance it might close again.
To read more about both restaurants, click here.
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My friend and writer K. Bunthoff was nice enough to write a column for me in this week’s Living Out Loud column in CityBeat. My friend made it pretty clear her thoughts on Cincinnati and some readers made it pretty clear that they don’t agree with her.
This is the most talked about column so far this year. Click here to read “Cincinnati’s Just OK” and make sure you read the comments that follow.
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Yes indeed. Nipsey Russell was from good old Cincinnati. He’s long gone now, but thanks to the magic of video tape, he still lives on.
Let’s listen to a few words of wisdom from Nipsey.
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If you do this type of thing in Cincinnati, you’re going to get locked up and the old jailhouse key will get thrown away, but how about New York? Would exercising your private part get you in trouble?
Let’s go to Gawker to learn of a pervert defending his—well—desire to jack off in public.
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Now before I start, yes, smoking is horrible for you and we all should quit, but some of us won’t quit, so if we’re going to continue to smoke, here’s a way to save a little money.
Lately, I’ve been smoking Camel 99’s. I smoke the “blue” which used to be called “lights,” but you can get the 99’s in full flavor too. Just about everywhere I go, I fine them on sale—75 cents off each pack.
Because the smokes are longer in size, I find myself smoking less of them which is a good thing—right?
So that’s my act of kindness for today—trying to save you a little money. Of course R.J. Reynolds isn’t really being kind because with the money off, they want us to buy more cigarettes which will kill us, but that’s a post for another day.
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Bengals owner Mike Brown isn’t concerned about the stadium lease negotiations with Hamilton County. Brown’s message to the county is clear: this is not the Bengals’ problem. Click here to read the story.
Say what you want about Brown and how he runs his football team. When it comes to business, He knows how to get what he wants.
As a former accountant myself, I’m aware that Brown has a very sharp pencil. No, it’s not his fault that the county is short on tax money in regards to those stadiums on the river. It was the people running the county who had no business sense and let Brown have his way on just about everything.
Crying about it now is a little too late.
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That newspaper headline at the top of this post is pretty obvious don’t you think? Don’t you think a newspaper editor could think of something better than this?
Obviously, they don’t always and obviously you can always find more obvious headlines. Here, let me help.
Click here to see some of the most obvious headlines of all time.
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I feel her pain, I really do. For years and years, she’ been addicted to Gold Star Chili.
She tells herself not to go there—to simply pass by the damn restaurant—but her car always pulls into Gold Star’s driveway. She needs her fix. She needs her drug.
Let me shut up. She can tell her own story of addiction.
Hey, nice background music.
In trying to find words of encouragement, I can only tell her that at least she’s not addicted to White Castle, but I’m sure that’s of little help to make her want to go on living.
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Don’t you hate it when people say that to you—“hot enough for ya?.” Doesn’t it make you really want to kill them?
Of course it’s hot enough and this past week was way beyond being sticky. When getting home from being out and about, I felt like I was “peeling” my clothes off, sort of felt like a banana.
This past Wednesday morning, I found myself downtown walking to Fourth Street to catch a Tank bus to get over to Northern Kentucky to meet up with another media guy. You won’t find me wearing one very often, but on this particular morning, I was wearing a cap.
While walking to the bus stop, a shower suddenly opened from the sky. Yeah, I had an umbrella in my bag, but screw it. It felt good to have that rain hit my cap and my clothes. It felt more than a little refreshing. It felt good to be wet.
Of course the guy I was meeting up with probably thought I looked like a drowned rat, but who the hell cares? I’ll take looking like a wet rat over being hot and sticky any day.
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Do you enjoy smoking a little pot but so often buying it just isn’t in the budget? May I make a suggestion? Perhaps you should move to Manhattan.
Apparently in Manhattan, marijuana grows right on the sidewalk. Really. Go to Gawker and feel the excitement.
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