Actually the Lodge Bar is nowhere in Cincinnati. It closed down its operation on Seventh Street late last week. Their Columbus bar—you know, in Columbus—also closed. Click here to read more about it.
The inside looked like a ski lodge but it didn’t have a warm feeling to it. I went in a couple times and each time I had my hand stamped. I could never figure that out. I was just coming in for a drink. It’s not like I was paying a cover charge.
The service was mostly wooden and unfriendly. A bartender once asked for my I.D. which was strange. Come on, I’m a guy in my 50’s.
Really, honest to god, I hate to see another bar closing downtown, but I won’t miss the Lodge Bar. In my view, it sort of sucked—but yet again, let me remind you how negative I can be.
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. . . or another Larry Gross. What? There’s another one out there?
Man—already Friday. I’m always grateful when the workweek goes by quickly. I’m ready for the weekend.
Last weekend, last Sunday, I got together with my two adult kids for lunch. I wanted to go to the Frisch’s on Glenway Avenue.
At some point during our conversation over lunch, my son said “Why do so many old people like to go to Frisch’s?” I looked at him with a smile on my face.
“Are you calling me old?” I asked.
“Well, yeah,” he said. “Old man!”
It was all in fun, of course—but I think the next time we get together for lunch, I’ll pick another restaurant or better yet let my kids decide where to go. I have no idea what’s considered a “cool” place. I’m old.
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Some days back, I wrote about how long my hair is getting and about getting mistaken for a woman. Well, my hair is still too long and it’s not getting any better. Another person thought I was a woman too.
This happed on East 8th Street downtown last week. I was heading over to the CityBeat offices on Race Street. A woman coming the opposite way approached me.
“Miss, am I on Eighth Street?” she said. She then looked at me more closely. Maybe she noticed the facial hair.
“So, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said.
“It’s all right,” I replied.
“It’s the hair! It’s the hair!,” she said, adding, “it’s pretty.”
Pretty or not, I gotta get to the barber soon.
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Why can’t Jennifer Aniston stop touching her hair? Jezebel shows us she just can’t.
She’s now 42-years-old—sort of in my dating range. Come on, I’m not blind. She is pretty—think she would go out with a guy with long hair and who walks with a cane?
Maybe she’s on Facebook. Maybe she can be my Facebook friend. That may be a good way to start a friendship.
I wonder if Jennifer would be willing to move to Cincinnati. I know, I’ll tell her about that Arby’s downtown. That will make her pack her bags and head to the Queen City. Or maybe not.
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President Obama has his budget proposal out and while he really had no problem giving tax relief to the wealthy less than two months ago, this budget proposal socks it to the working poor, the middle class and students. The Huffington Post fills us in.
I tell everybody that will listen to me how disappointed I am in Obama. I have no idea whose side he’s on anymore. He’s always too anxious to meet somewhere in the middle and not want any kind of confrontation with those in the GOP. He has totally lost in base and has forgotten about the people who voted for him—the people who wanted change. There is no change. It was all talk.
I’m so happy, I could spit.
I don’t know why this man is smiling. I’m certainly not.
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Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you out there who have sweethearts to give Valentine’s Day gifts to.
The last girlfriend I had gave me a box of chocolate candy. This was a few years ago. She knew I was a diabetic and couldn’t eat chocolate. Do you think she was trying to kill me? I guess I’ll never know.
What’s your plan? What will you be giving your sweetie this year?
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