I need to get my Cincinnati fix on a regular basis — say at least once or twice a year. Usually, one of the visits is devoted to exploring the Queen City's cultural attractions (it has more than you might think) and the other to checking out favorite restaurants (again, more than you might imagine).
This time the trip was mainly for the purpose of eating, with a few other activities thrown in between meals. First things first — let's get to the food.
Cincinnati's culinary scene is influenced by several things: German roots, access to abundant regional produce, a tradition of good beer, and its residents' devotion to longtime favorite eateries. Chili doesn't immediately come to mind when visitors arrive in Cincinnati, but those who know the city well usually gravitate to one of its iconic chili parlors (there are more than 200 to choose from).
My choice was Camp Washington Chili (campwashingtonchili.com), a James Beard "American Regional Classic" designee and a Smithsonian Magazine pick as one of "America's 20 Most Iconic Food Destinations."
Modeled after a 1950s diner, Camp Washington is open 24 hours a day, six days a week (closed on Sundays). Owners Johnny Johnson and his daughter Maria Papakirk welcome a regular clientele ranging from socialites sporting pearls to rural workers in bib overalls.
While the restaurant has an extensive menu, you come here for its three-, four- and five-way chili. Don't expect Texas-style chili con carne in a bowl; the Cincinnati version is more akin to a thick sauce to top spaghetti or slather on a hot dog. While its main ingredients are ground beef and tomato paste, it also has a variety of toppings or "ways" that include cheese, onions and beans. The real surprise is the number of unusual spices in the flavor profile. In addition to chili powder, there's nutmeg, cinnamon, clove, cumin, bay leaf and in some cases, dark chocolate.
Almost as beloved as Camp Washington is Montgomery Inn Boathouse (montgomeryinn.com). This place wrote the book on mouthwatering ribs. You can get them slow-roasted (their original pork loin rack ribs) or slow-smoked (St. Louis-style spareribs, using hardwood hickory sourced from a nearby farm). The only thing better than the smell is the taste. On the night I was there, the couple at the next table ordered a platter with a slab of beef on it that looked truly daunting (and truly delicious). They still hadn't finished when I got up to leave.
The Boathouse has a lovely location on the Ohio River (there's a view from every table), and a rogue's gallery of photos of the famous and infamous who have dined here. The list is top-heavy with athletes, but they also claim to have served every U.S. president since Gerald Ford.