I know this might be a bit hard to see, but for Thanksgiving (the official Thursday Thanksgiving), we had Cincinnati's finest Skyline Chili. And we even had it at Joe's place. Two great adventurers.I know that I will be castigated by Cincinnati natives, but it wasn't really chili (Joe, drop the bat, and step away from the antiques that are in the house). I mean, Skyline Chili is just ground meat with some spices - there are no beans, identifiable vegetables, or . . . color, quite frankly. And there's this whole ritual around putting on the cheese - and get this . . . . spaghetti. It's more like Italian Spaghetti Bolognese without the tomato sauce - bizarre.
Anyway we did have a great time, all the crazy Americans were there. Men were in the kitchen making the ground beef, and all the women were sitting at the table eating (France is very liberal, as you can tell). There was also an incident with the neighbors across the street - apparently our noise reached 50 feet across the avenue, and we had to close the windows at midnight. Ooops.
