“City city, please let me stay…”–My Last Evening in Cincinnati

(Apologies for the blog being down if you were trying to reach it yesterday…It was a pretty huge outage for a lot of bloggers worldwide)

All good things must come to an end.

Cincinnati Skyline from Newport

I love being back in my hometown, but at the same time, I am ready to go back to South Dakota. Whether I like it or not, that is home now. I felt rather maudlin driving around my dad’s neighborhood…It’s changed SO much since I’ve been gone, and not really in a good way. It’s sad, because it was once a beautiful area of town. Now, it’s like so many other urban areas: decayed, dilapidated, crumbling, wasting away. It really saddens me to see that. Houses that are older than the state of South Dakota falling into disrepair. I suppose, that kind of goes with the territory of city-dwelling.

But enough of my waxing despair. I made the most of my last 24 hours in Cincinnati. I spent the evening with old friends:

St MM Reuinion
Old grade school friends. We’ve all known each other since we were 12-13 (and yes, that is my friend Amy, grabbing my butt, just because). There were a bunch of folks who couldn’t make it (Erin was there but isn’t pictured because she had to leave early), but it was still a lot of fun catching up and seeing everyone again. There’s talk of another get-together in October, when another classmate will be passing through town, but I likely won’t be able to return for that one. We met at Hofbrauhaus, across the river in Newport.

Hofbrauhaus Menu
This is one of those instances where it stinks being allergic to hops, and therefore unable to drink beer.

Beer choices
There are obviously many varieties.

Beer Flight
I stuck with wine.

We had dinner there, and I wound up ordering something called Bauern Schnitzel (which, of course, doesn’t have a description on the menu). I believe it’s a pork cutlet (breaded and fried, of course) topped with their bier cheese, Swiss cheese and ham.

Bauern Schnitzel
I didn’t want the fried cabbage that came along with it, so I got spatzle instead. It came with German potato salad, which is the only type of potato salad I will eat (I can’t stand mayo, so I don’t eat the regular kind). For dessert, I had a Windbeutel:

Cream Puff

Also known as a Bavarian Cream Puff. I’ll be honest, it was no Schmidts Haus Cream Puff, but it was still good. I did make a giant jackass out of myself though, as we were leaving. It’s a long story, but if you’re ever out at the Hofbrauhaus, don’t be a smartass and try to set your wine glass down like you would a shot glass. It will break and people will laugh at you. But, it’s a good story for a good time.

As my dad is fond of saying, it’s always nice to visit, but it’s even nicer to go home. With the exception of not getting to see a Reds game while I was home (which, we probably could’ve gone to since they were just back from a roadtrip to California, but in the end I’m glad we didn’t spend the money on it, as St. Louis walloped them), we managed to fit in just about everything I wanted. It’s likely to be another couple of years before we head back out this way, but I’m glad we were able to make it this year. The struggle will now being having to go back to work!