And I’m not even a coffee person; I drink tea, except when I am in Columbus. Though I knew the facts — it ranks as the third-most fashion-forward city in the country and has a lower median age than the rest of the nation — I didn’t fully understand the burble of creativity and innovation till I found myself face-to-backside with a man made of oven roasting tins.
Based on my experience, I expect the newest stylista accessory will soon be a Columbus pride T-shirt.
The Pizzuti has a sculpture garden with permanent works, plus changing exhibits, inside the former insurance building.
Here’s what I found: This proves, in stark and undeniable terms, two things:…Life – and people – can be incredibly unfair.
I have a terrible confession: I never saw Ohio’s capitol. And drinking hand-poured coffee from a cafe named after a Belle and Sebastian song.
And watching a diner stuff a skyscraper-tall burger into his mouth.
And drinking more coffee, this time made of Fair Trade-certified beans from Guatemala.
Local Faves Before: You had to drive 20 miles to a horse farm to sample the beers produced by Rockmill Brewery.