Cincinnati: Under the Rhine

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We were going to blow through Cincinnati after a short beer stop with my buddy Jon.

We’d make our way down to Lexington and have a short hop over to Asheville in the morning.

But we met at the Rhinegeist, which felt good in the way a creative spot feels good. The brewery in a massive industrial space filled with people celebrating the end of a workweek and the upcoming holidays.

The beer was phenomenal, and catching up with one of my dearest friends was too easy in the way that makes a new place feel homey kind of way.

The kids played corn hole, ping pong and fusbal while the adults caught up, and we all waited for the pizzas Jon ordered.

We people watched, reminisced and sipped on fine beverages that loosened our conversation and unwound the miles from our weary bodies.

I no longer wanted to be somewhere closer to our destination tonight, so I googled area hotels and scored a sweet deal at a downtown high rise.

Jon took us on a driving tour of the city, before parking us just off Main Street.

We walked in the chill Ohio River Valley air and tried craft cocktails at Japps, before catching the end of a triple overtime Portland Trailblazers game at Liberty and debating the sourness of a couple of beers.

We talked a lot about gentrification and small cities with big hearts. We talked about relationships and the narratives you write for your children.

When friendships happen this well, you don’t pass them up for a cheap highway hotel between here and there.

You stop and smell the fresh roast coffee together.

You drink the local beer and talk about what the city used to be.

You get a little peek into a burgeoning scene, a community on the cusp of self recognition.

Cincinnati is a great little city in the middle of everything.

I’m glad we stopped for the night.

We were going to blow through Cincinnati after a short beer stop with my buddy Jon.

We’d make our way down to Lexington and have a short hop over to Asheville in the morning.

But we met at the Rhinegeist, which felt good in the way a creative spot feels good. The brewery in a massive industrial space filled with people celebrating the end of a workweek and the upcoming holidays.

The beer was phenomenal, and catching up with one of my dearest friends was too easy in the way that makes a new place feel homey kind of way.

The kids played corn hole, ping pong and fusbal while the adults caught up, and we all waited for the pizzas Jon ordered.

We people watched, reminisced and sipped on fine beverages that loosened our conversation and unwound the miles from our weary bodies.

I no longer wanted to be somewhere closer to our destination tonight, so I googled area hotels and scored a sweet deal at a downtown high rise.

Jon took us on a driving tour of the city, before parking us just off Main Street.

We walked in the chill Ohio River Valley air and tried craft cocktails at Japps, before catching the end of a triple overtime Portland Trailblazers game at Liberty and debating the sourness of a couple of beers.

We talked a lot about gentrification and small cities with big hearts. We talked about relationships and the narratives you write for your children.

When friendships happen this well, you don’t pass them up for a cheap highway hotel between here and there.

You stop and smell the fresh roast coffee together.

You drink the local beer and talk about what the city used to be.

You get a little peek into a burgeoning scene, a community on the cusp of self recognition.

Cincinnati is a great little city in the middle of everything.

I’m glad we stopped for the night.

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