Cleveland’s neighborhoods of note are scattered around the city and are separated by expansive chunks of urbanity that do not inspire the visitor to linger. But if you find the right Clevelander (probably the heavily tattooed bartender or barista) with the right directions, there are some wonderfully unexpected culinary delights to be had. Notable, for me, are Momoco in Ohio City, hole in the wall and hip contemporary Mexican that has a line out the door at 4:30 on any Saturday afternoon (adobe roasted wild boar taquitos with goat cheese guacamole?); Tommy’s in Coventry, from greasy comfort food to tempe and veggie burgers, very friendly to food allergy needs and awesome milkshakes; and Noodle Cat in east downtown, celebrity chad having way too much fun with Japanese noodles (manhattan clam chowder miso udon noodle soup?).
The old walls and massive gates of Beijing’s Forbidden City, imposing as they are, were no match for the masses of mostly domestic tourists pouring in past the bronze studded red wooden doors and over the canal to get their piece of Ming/Qing Dynasty grandeur.
Fireworks were still randomly exploding around Beijing, but the wind was blowing and the sun was out, it was a fantastic day to walk those well worn stone steps.