i like Cleveland, always did. I find the much maligned town - beautiful. Stark reality up against a unique sense of humor and resignation. A surprisingly hopeful place for food if you only bother to look. The winters are cold and bleak, but the majestic art deco bridges and neoclassical buildings speak of an earlier time of boundless optimism in the early twentieth century when it seemed anything was possible in cleveland. Harsh reality has long since set in, though what remains - even the empty warehouses, the post industrial detritus, the fields of tires and the last of the steel mills - have a strange and melancholy splendor, a faded, particularly american glory.