red, my college roommate, is taking me around College Hill, the bedrock community a few miles north of downtown Cincinnati where he grew up. We drive up Hamilton Avenue, which is showing all the signs of urban re-foodification with a microbrewery, a Latin street food spot, and our destination, (5932 Hamilton Ave.), a Japanese izakaya. Fred points out what used to be: Here was Dimitrio’s, a sandwich shop that served quintessential Cincy double-deckers; there, the local branch of
