Tremont Burger

My 4th of July would have been dead all day if it weren’t for Tremont busi­ness­es who were open. I dropped off Carl Sagan’s The Demon-Haunt­ed World at the Library and ran in to Steve and Kathy Smith and Steve Gold­berg on the way. I stopped in to Scoops and got a Wild Cher­ry-Cran­ber­ry smooth­ie while I checked my email on their WiFi. Lat­er, I went to The South­Side, where I had the most deli­cious Tremont Burg­er. I can’t remem­ber exact­ly what the sauce was on it, but I think it was sun-dried toma­to aioli. Oth­er fix­ins includ­ed a carmelized onion, bacon, let­tuce, toma­to and pro­volone. The fries were good too. Defin­te­ly bet­ter than any­thing you could get at Heck­’s, but a dif­fer­ent sort of beast than a Steven­son’s. I think in my quest for the best burg­er in Cleve­land, I’m going to have to start cat­e­go­riz­ing things.

After eat­ing I killed some time rid­ing around on my bike. Tremont was like a war zone, bot­tle rock­ets fly­ing over­head, foun­tains in the mid­dle of the street, those mor­tar ones mak­ing big booms to send dogs bark­ing. I end­ed up watch­ing the ‘works on Uni­ver­si­ty Road, along with sev­er­al hun­dred oth­er peo­ple. The mos­qui­tos feast­ed, so if there is a sud­den out­break of West Nile, I bet it start­ed there. You can see the rather crum­my pics I took of the fire­works here.

[You know, I just real­ized that my cam­era has a fire­works set­ting. The pics would have been much crisper if I had remem­bered that 17 hours ago.]