Local chili parlor chain, but the chili is a chili sauce, for dressing spaghetti and topping hotdogs. It’s not meant for consumption via a bowl (though they will sell you a bowl and snicker from the kitchen at the out-of-towners
I am so ready to sympathise with foreigners.Local chili parlor chain, but the chili is a chili sauce, for dressing spaghetti and topping hotdogs. It’s not meant for consumption via a bowl (though they will sell you a bowl and snicker from the kitchen at the out-of-towners).
It’s a unique flavor for a chili, created by Greek immigrants to Cincy in the early 20th century, so it has that Mediterranean taste profile that uses some “warm” spices. It doesn’t taste anything like chili con carne.
Snicker, as in quietly laugh at you behind your back, for not knowing that Cincinnati-style chili is a sauce, and you’d no more eat a bowl of that than you’d eat a bowl of marinara on its own.Hmm this is above my translation pay grade![]()
Puzzle or run fast?Snicker, as in quietly laugh at you behind your back, for not knowing that Cincinnati-style chili is a sauce, and you’d no more eat a bowl of that than you’d eat a bowl of marinara on its own.
I also failed to explain the “3-way” connection - Skyline Chili dishes are ordered in ways; 3-way, 4-way, etc. - a 3-way is spaghetti, chili, and cheese, as per that picture up above.
I was so looking forward to greeting you and your hubs with, “I’d invite you for a 3-way, but I think your gluten allergy would get in the way,” and enjoying watching the two of you puzzle through that one.![]()
I would also have accepted a rejoinder of, “Are you sure, because those buns sure look gluten-free…”Puzzle or run fast?![]()
Stop messing with my American, it's already confusing enoughI would also have accepted a rejoinder of, “Are you sure, because those buns sure look gluten-free…”![]()
You’re going to be so discombobulated by the time you land on our shores, that your first fuel-up stop will be like this:Stop messing with my American, it's already confusing enough
I'm beginning to see an evil side to you..You’re going to be so discombobulated by the time you land on our shores, that your first fuel-up stop will be like this:
Shop attendant: “Seven gallons o’ gas…two Cokes…an’ two bags o’ Munchos. That’ll be…$29.73, please. Cash or card?”
<Silence from the SOAPs>
Shop attendant: “You payin’ wit’ cash or card, ma’am?”
Lady SOAP to Lord SOAP (side whisper): “I dunno if he’s asking for money or propositioning us! Damn you, Tasty!”
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