There was a time when Taft High was one of the worst schools in Ohio. Now students have their own laptops, tutors from Cincinnati Bell roam the halls, the newly built campus has gone high tech, and 95 percent of seniors graduate.
Fellas, take note: Fancy underpants aren’t just for the ladies.
Winners never quit, and quitters never win. So said Vince Lombardi, anyway. It’s a tidy adage that may resonate in the locker room at halftime, but not, I would argue, in the broader arena of life. Often, quitting is exactly the thing to do, even in sports. I should know. I have bailed on a lot of things over my 40-plus years, sports included, and I couldn’t be happier. In fact, I contend that quitting has made a winner of me. And it can do the same for you, too.
I come now to sing the praises of our Frontlines and Radar sections, two fertile microclimates within our pages that don’t get their due—at least not as much as they should. I got my start in the magazine business working on Esquire’s long-running Man at His Best section, and later went on to edit the Flash section in Spin, so I have some experience in the care and feeding of a healthy front-of-book. Done well, an FOB amounts to something like a magazine within the magazine, a place where the editorial voice speaks loud and proud, and the articles, though short, set the tone. Everybody does it differently, but if you do it right it grabs the reader’s attention and gives you a taste of the times we live in.
The fusion of Middle Eastern and Mediterranean cuisine at Jerusalem Restaurant is a tasty reminder not to judge a restaurant by what covers its windows. Nearly the whole menu is theatrically painted across the Clifton eatery’s panes.
Joe Tucker has done a marvelous job of running a de facto Swiss Embassy in the volatile heart of Over-the-Rhine. A few weeks ago when I opened the door at Tucker’s, Joe turned from frying a Big Tucker double-decker burger and shouted “Hi.” A couple of construction workers laughed over steak, eggs, and home fries.
A microdistillery, here, in Cincinnati?
She doesn’t have the name recognition of her next-door neighbor, Julie Francis of Nectar. And she probably doesn’t care. But you should know Annabel Stolley, because she possesses the skills and talent of many of the most visible chefs in the city.