Originally Posted by camisadelgolf
I managed to avoid Beuschl, being that the main ingredient is calves' lungs. A nickname for cigarette in Austria is Beuschlreisser - "Lung ripper." I could use a beer vending machine right about now, though.
What I miss is actually not about Cincinnati per se, but I associate it with Cincinnati. I miss going down to my grandparents' house in Troy, picking up a pizza from Ording's Party Center, drawing a beer from the tap of my grandfather's "beermeister" and listening to Reds baseball and debating the world's problems until 3 am. I often sit at the kitchen table with my Grandpa Frank and discuss the Reds or the music of Kurt Weill and Berthold Brecht or any other number of topics. He would pull out a jar of homemade pickles, which he made hot, throwing garlic and chilis in to give them a kick. The beer would always be a Cincinnati brand, like Moerlein, Hudepohl, Oldenburg or Little Kings. If the whole family was over, my grandmother might make an angel food cake or a custard pie.
In the Cincinnati area, I've enjoyed taking trips to Jungle Jim's and, when I was a kid, my cousin and I would go to the batting cages over at Joe Nuxhall's in Fairfield. And I wish I would have made better use of my time when I visited my great grandmother on Beacon St. I have so many questions now that I would have loved to ask her.