Crispy chips.
Creamy queso.
Tangy sweet margarita.
This is the start of my dinner at Condado in Columbus, Ohio., barely an hour after my plane touched the ground.
Things happen quickly in these parts. I wonder what tomorrow will hold.
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Who on earth would choose to go to the icy Midwest during the darkest days of winter?
I do, and I invite you to read all about it.
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