I have a group of friends that I try to go out to dinner with once a week. Last summer we started going to Zips in Covington every Wednesday for their “Burger Madness” special. We could sit outside, eat burgers, drink beer, and shoot the shit. There wasn’t much more one could ask for in life.
Much to my chagrin, our weekly dinners were dubbed “Wednesday Friendsday”. While I can get behind alliteration as much as the next guy, there is something unholy with rhyming. It kinda bothers me, but that is neither here nor there.
As this tradition has grown, we have began venturing out to new eateries. This week was our second trip together to Gordo’s on Montgomery Rd. I think it is technically in Norwood (or Oakley? I can never remember where these arbitrary lines are drawn). Which ever subsection of Cincinnati this place is located, it has good food and booze and that is all that really matters.
I had the Gordo burger, which has Boursin cheese, bacon, poblano, and onions. It is good. Great? no. Everyone liked their food, but we weren’t blown away by anything. Since this was our second time there, you can guess that the food is good enough to warrant a return trip. It isn’t a TTC caliber burger, but I would say it is better than the beloved (for reasons unbeknownst to me) Zips.
I think the highlight of the night was someone from the large group that was there hijacking the jukebox. For the 2.5 hours we were in Gordo’s we heard nothing but jambands. Whoever picked the music gets two giant thumbs up from me. They ran the gamut from Phish to Dead, WSP to YMSB.
