A Brag

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Here’s how Cleveland is bet­ter than wherever you live. Only here can I imag­ine the ease with which one can go from a plan­ning ses­sion on in­creas­ing lo­cal gov­ern­ment trans­paren­cy (re­plete with ex­cel­lent, lo­cal­ly pro­duced, eth­ni­cal­ly ac­cu­rate Arabic food)(and awash with qual­i­fied, mo­ti­vat­ed, well-in­ten­tioned folks from all walks of life) to a ten min­ute dri­ve to a bar with the best Ukrainian food out­side of Ukraine to cel­e­brate your neighbor’s birth­day with his fam­i­ly and plen­ty of krup­nikas, piero­gie, and pota­to pan­cakes. Not on­ly that, but when you tell the Ukrainian bar­tender you want a Baltika, she knows to bring you the 8.0% ABV ver­sion in­stead of the weak­er beer. Then you can head home to your amaz­ing­ly af­ford­able abode in one of the hip neigh­bor­hoods to en­joy bour­bon and a Cohiba on your porch on a per­fect sum­mer evening with the afore­men­tioned neigh­bor who just so hap­pens to be so nice that he’ll fix your car for a case of Pabst.

The best part is: I could have done about 10 things this evening oth­er than what I just de­scribed and all of them would have been as equal­ly badass.

Peace.