My sales rep and I had a meeting this morning in Cincinnati. We had time to get lunch before I had to head to the airport for my flight. He told me the ribs at Mongomery Inn were delicious and definitely worth trying. So wearing my nicest dress shirt, I sat down and tore into some ribs. Fortunately the waitress brought bibs for us, and I rolled up my sleeves, so there wasn't much risk of ruining my shirt. The ribs were good but not great. But then again, I didn't expect them to be great because after all, it's Cincinnati, not Kansas City.
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