I read with disappointment that the 1920’s era Vernon Manor in Cincinnati closed on Tuesday. It was longer than I care to remember that I was staying there on a weekly basis while splitting time between C-Bus and the Nati.
[Sidebar: And as you continue to read, you will quicly determine, as I did, that here lies the foundation on which SteakMatters would years later be built upon, with a healthy support of maturity, of course. End sidebar.]
Having just graduated, I quickly discovered that immaturity and a corporate expense account is a receipt for disaster. Fortunately for me, it was only added lbs and a head that grew to be as round as a basketball. Throw in an Indian’s pennant run and a World Series and you can forget about it.
On game days, I’d skip lunch and couldn’t wait for the happy hour at Willie’s. (I had no idea at the time the place was owned by Bill Cunningham of WLW700 fame.) I’d park myself at the bar, next to the small TV (I didn’t want to be rude, I was in Red’s county) and settle in for the evening. A pitcher of beer (one glass, please), dinner and a ballgame. Then back to the VM.
As I had a standing reservation, they knew me and my preference for a city view room. The view was incredible. So there I would be, either on the famous roof top terrace, with the iconic red neon of the VM sign behind, or sitting in front of the nearly floor to ceiling window, enjoying a night cap and a picture perfect scene like no other.
Let’s hope for some New Market and Historic Tax Credits, and a developer with deep pockets – no ‘vision’ needed, the views speak for themselves.
POTUS
[Sidebar: And as you continue to read, you will quicly determine, as I did, that here lies the foundation on which SteakMatters would years later be built upon, with a healthy support of maturity, of course. End sidebar.]
Having just graduated, I quickly discovered that immaturity and a corporate expense account is a receipt for disaster. Fortunately for me, it was only added lbs and a head that grew to be as round as a basketball. Throw in an Indian’s pennant run and a World Series and you can forget about it.
On game days, I’d skip lunch and couldn’t wait for the happy hour at Willie’s. (I had no idea at the time the place was owned by Bill Cunningham of WLW700 fame.) I’d park myself at the bar, next to the small TV (I didn’t want to be rude, I was in Red’s county) and settle in for the evening. A pitcher of beer (one glass, please), dinner and a ballgame. Then back to the VM.
As I had a standing reservation, they knew me and my preference for a city view room. The view was incredible. So there I would be, either on the famous roof top terrace, with the iconic red neon of the VM sign behind, or sitting in front of the nearly floor to ceiling window, enjoying a night cap and a picture perfect scene like no other.
Let’s hope for some New Market and Historic Tax Credits, and a developer with deep pockets – no ‘vision’ needed, the views speak for themselves.
POTUS
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