Cincinnati's favorite son
Yes, it’s true. After years of languishing in the middle of just about every index, Cincinnati has clawed its way to the top. We’ve officially been declared (by the Daily Beast) “America’s Craziest City.”
It’s a badge we’ll probably wear with typical Midwestern modesty. Not to put on airs or anything, but any city which can boast Pete Rose, Marge Schott, chili that isn’t really chili*, Jerry Springer, a skyscraper with a tiara and award-winning bathrooms can’t be all sane.
*Full disclosure: I love Cincinnati chili, but it isn’t what most people think of as chili. Jenny and I prefer to call it Macedonian spaghetti.
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