So is it that Clevelanders are still bitter about Sam Wyche's outstanding "you don't live in Cleveland" line, or does Cleveland just hate everything about Cincinnati as a whole?
I can only say I truly and sincerely loathe that cinnamon laden slop you philistines foist upon mounds of overcooked spaghetti. And I can assure you that Cincinnatians are very much alone in their adoration of that abomination.
Surprisingly enough, Cincinnati chili belies plenty of epicurean delights in that city. It has a great brewing scene, Jungle Jim's kicks ass (even if the Miami grad owner is one) and I've had plenty of great meals at independent restaurants there.
The chili can descend back to the depths of hell from whence it came.