So I’m the guy that just likes the crème, and not so much the brûlée. So if we ever share a dessert, feel free to chip all that burnt sugar off and let me at the pudding.
Shared this at the Boca in Cincinnati, a longtime favorite that recently moved downtown. The new space is phenomenal and the food and service were as excellent as always. A favorite of the city got even better.
Best. Interface. Ever.
In other news, I made a mess of my place, tearing into old boxes of memories and trying to document as much as I could.
Delivered brunch on Mother’s Day.
When mom left the room, my brother and I hatched a vague plan for when she was gone to work… We’d lay down cover and mulch in the front yard, buy some plants and try to finish the gravel path wrapping around the side of her house. Ambitious, perhaps.
Then we spotted a Japanese maple tree on sale and standing gloriously tall at the home gardening center. Three trips later (including one with a rental truck to transport said maple), we managed to get everything in or on the ground.
Though we weren’t there for the reaction, mom’s gratitude poured through the phone. Surprised and giddy, she was. (Still is I bet!)
Yeah I posted this beer mural three years ago, but I like this shot more. Maybe we do get better as we age. Or, it’s all about seeing things in a better light.
Also had a burger
Got a room at the new 21c Museum Hotel next door to the conference thinking I could simply collapse on the bed after my talk. Being a procrastinator, I managed to finish my slides after pulling an all-nighter. This felt like ample reward.
So there I am in what I consider the best hotel going in the city of Cincinnati. Sure it’s the newest, but they have an angle, rare and welcome. First? Their rehabilitation of the 1921 Metropole building is stellar. They even preserved a collection of camels from previous tenants, currently on display at the entry (story here).
There are public gallery spaces housing a solidly curated collection, and a kick ass bar and restaurant downstairs. Cocktails had a nice tooth and bite, and the meal was delightful. I still can’t remember how to pronounce charcuterie though, but I’m working on it. Just recently learned how to say metastasis and lagniappe so I think there’s hope.
Couple more shots
I was afraid I couldn’t fill 20 minutes, but I ended up blathering for more than forty at this year’s QC Merge, a gathering of developers, designers and industry folk that convened in Cincinnati for two days. This was the first time I spoke at length in front of a crowd. (I did whet my whistle a few years ago for a much shorter stint where I rushed through my process of taking photos.)
After finishing, my palms were sweaty and cold from anxiety, but everyone was kind and clapped and made me feel like I didn’t botch things too much.
Stepping out afterward to breathe some fresh air, I caught a glimpse of the Recovery emblem on the door of the CAC and felt like everything was interconnected and happening for good reason. I tip my hat to the folks at Gaslight for thinking I’d be a good fit and for making the whole event come to fruition.
Here’s the crowd (pardon the blurry left side)!
CDs were neater when they came packaged in a longbox.
If the weather’s nice? A trip to the observation deck is in order.