Cincinnati chili has one of the biggest disconnects between looks and taste in food. It looks like absolute trash. It’s a meal you would assume a hobo made from random dumpster dives. Sometimes they show a big plate of it during a national sports broadcast that’s in Cincinnati, and I’ve seen people leave the room because it literally makes them nauseous. But damn if it isn’t shockingly tasty, filling, and satisfying. Something about the cinnamon and beans, plus spaghetti underneath just clicks, and it’s rare to find someone who generally doesn’t like it when they give it a chance. It’s a weird food.
Funny I had n eee ver heard of this. But I thought to myself that’s a really good idea. (I like chili, I like spaghetti, so why not.) but I’m like damn that picture makes it look awful.
Large billboards that say “Hell is real!” Or something similar. They are so frequent in the more remote areas that it has been noticed by other parts of the world. Those wacky Evangelicals at it again. Those little rascals.
There actually are a few more scattered about in the smaller town areas, but for the sake of not identifying my location any further, I will leave that up to people to find on their own.
When you hear jokes about Italians getting angry at non-traditional pizzas, in reality it’s about certain Americans and chili.
They’ll literally beat eachother up if there’s beans, no beans, this spice, not that spice, etc. While Italians don’t give a fuck about peoples pizza, as long as they don’t try to call it authentic Italian when it’s not.
Yeah honestly it’s one of the few meats I still crave as a pescatarian, which is weird because it’s always been pretty good but nothing super special aside from tasting like home
So, you’re looking at this and it looks like normal chili. And you’re thinking chili with cheese and spaghetti, yeah I could go for that. Then you eat it, and some asshole put cinnamon in the chili instead of chili powder and cumin and you realize you have been duped into eating Christmas vomit with cheese and noodles.
The metric shitload of cheese would make me apprehensive about making myself nauseous again, but the chili spaghetti can get straight into my belly. It’s like chili mac for people of culture.
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