So I have been away for the last week in lovely Cincinnati. Home of the fabulous Skyline Chili. When I was a kid, we used to visit my grandparents in Cincinnati every summer. Our first meal would be Skyline, by request of my dad. My favorite memory of eating the stuff is when the local network was showing Clash of the Titans in 3-D. We had to go to the local Convenience store and get our glasses, but our next stop was to pick up the best movie dinner ever… A 3 Way from Skyline.
A wonderful mixture of finely chopped meat with a secret recipe sauce spiced to perfection. This is served sloshed atop a bed of spaghetti and the plate is then loaded with finely shredded cheddar cheese. If you are feeling really crazy, you can add some onions and/or beans. Sounds like heaven, right?
Most people have a love-hate relationship with this infamous chili. I mean the cravings sneak up on you like a tsunami. It carries you directly to the closest Skyline restaurant all the while whispering in your ear, “It’s Skyline Time!” You shell out your $4 and feed the beast. Slurping down the chili, taking breaks in between to nibble on the perfect side dish, the mini-bowl of oyster crackers and squirting more hot sauce onto your pile of cheese.
Then of course the food coma takes over. Sometimes so bad that you are not sure if you should drive home, or just take a snooze right in the booth. You can rub your Buddha belly and it will thank you. Hundreds of calories of gut-busting Cincinnati goodness that serves generations. MMMMMMMMM!