It is my not-so-humble opinion that Vine Street is the beating heart of Cincinnati. Or the pulsating artery. Or whatever . . . it is so iconic that one isn’t enough: there is another street that runs parallel to the east for a few blocks called Short Vine. I think of it as the mini-me of Vine streets.
Although I’ll concentrate on Vine, I won’t be a stickler for geography: there are loads of cool spots to gush about all over the city. As a matter of fact, I’m writing this in my new favorite coffee shop, Roebling Point Books and Coffee which, if you don’t know already, is in Kentucky.
Another thing I won’t be a stickler for are civil boundaries, like city or county or township limits. Vine goes North from the Ohio River, more or less, up through a goodly chunk of Cincy’s fifty-some-odd townships, and there are always things to see and/or do. (Again, see my new favorite coffee shop.)
So, although I hope you enjoy this blog, who am I kidding? I just hope you read it.