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Downtown Columbus

art installation downtown Columbus Ohio

This has already been a fun, if sprawling and chaotic, section to tackle. Expect frequent changes as I continue to add to and revise the page. It’s probably going to take a while to get a handle on this region – so just maybe, if you can, try and avoid these orange construction cones and blinking arrows straight out of the Spring-Sandusky interchange mess.  Until I figure out a better way to organize it, there are three different ways to navigate this page. Down below is another of these crude maps which you have come to know and love. You can click on any of the district/street names to jump to that section. Below that, there’s an alphabetized list by area, if you prefer. Or of course you could always just keep reading, too:

Brewery District

-Arena District-

Route 33 runs east/west through the middle of here, but what’s interesting about this road is that it’s split – Spring Street if you’re driving out of downtown, Long Street if you’re heading into it. Right at the I-670 overpass they join forces and just become Riverside instead, as it bends more northbound or at least northwest from there.

As of 2006 across from the Neil Road intersection, where that dead ends into 33, two black iron trellis style railroad tracks cross the Scioto River, kind of like skis pointed inward toward one another. There’s a footbridge across the river, just west of the westernmost track, a footbridge part of path that leads back to this building they’ve erected at the light, across from where Neil dead ends: brick, with a ton of windows (small, but basically western half of the streetside face, and a little cafe with a bunch of tables outside. North Bank Park – strip of lawn between Spring and Long – grass and benches – spaced evenly apart, black metal. I think they’ve got bands playing inside sometimes. Brick crosswalks. Neil also brick in the short patch between Spring and Long.

Below is a map of this district I felt compelled to jot down for some reason in the summer of 2006. The directional orientation is not what I would do in this day and age, but, well, that was obviously 20 years ago. A project like this website wasn’t even a glimmer in my eye at that point. So when uploading here, I attempted rotating this image ninety degrees to the right, but that made it even more ghastly to behold. So that didn’t work. In the end I decided to leave this exactly as I drew it, but with a couple directional arrows typed onto the finished product. Just keep in mind this doesn’t point the same way as the other maps on this site:

343 N. Front St.

Address given to a whole slew of enterprises, including a Buca di Beppo, Whistle & Keg, CoGo, Creators’ Kitchen, and the ghastly sounding NASCAR Wings.

A happening live venue with an equally horrific moniker of Frog, Bear and Wild Boar Bar once occupied a large chunk of the front portion, i.e. facing south toward Battelle Plaza and Nationwide Blvd. Miles could never quite remember the name, would usually blurt out his closest approximation of it – but with complete seriousness – of which “Frogs, Hogs, and…Bullhorn” was probably his most famous, when attempting to describe it or tell someone to meet us there or whatever. They had some decent bands, though, and were usually packed, and I did meet one girl here, began dating her for a short while in like 2003 or thereabouts. So it wasn’t a complete loss.

As of September 2006, they had $1.50 domestic drafts and $2 martinis all day every day, as of Sep ’06. They serve pub grub too, of course, including a huge Build Your Own Burger that clocks in at half a pound. But also known for their Chick Parm Sandwich and of course the standard fish & chips.

At present it doesn’t look like anyone is carving out this specific space of the building. But it would have sat between where Whistle & Keg and CoGo now, some percentage of that square footage.

401 N. Front St.

The Jeni’s Ice Cream home office, Creole 2 Geaux (now that’s more like it, branding-wise), Fanatics Sportsbook, a Social Security office for disabilty adjudication, Cardinal Solutions Group, Impact.com, a U.S. Small Business Administration office, JLL, Insight Enterprises Inc., BYLINED, Array Architects Columbus, Richard W. Rubenstein Law, Lazear Capital Partners, Lasso Productions, Small Business Development Center, ODAR Hearing Office, Pennant, Campos EPC, and GREAT Products Inc., and Chipotle all claim suite space in this attractive brick building that you will walk up to, after parking elsewhere (or catching other modes of transportation.)

One of its flagship first tenants, though, when this Arena District initially went up, was Gordon Biersch. They lasted until at the very least April 2006. Have an outdoor patio, dedicated parking. Brew their own beer and craft their own “culinary creations,” according to ad.


The Basement 

(391 Neil Avenue). Concert venue, smaller in scale than Express Live! next door. I remember ex-almost-Beatle Pete Best played here once. Mostly, though, in my experience, the upstairs bar is utilized as a pregame spot for concerts held at 405 Neil Avenue.

The Boat House Restaurant 

(679 W. Spring Street) Charming comfort food spot with great view of downtown, in the shadow of Highway 315, on a little strip of land where the Scioto and Olentangy rivers diverge.

Brothers

(477 Park St.) I just found out while researching this that it’s actually a national chain. It’s been here about 25 years or so but I seriously had no clue. Anyway, though, it’s your standard sports bar in many respects, albeit with a nice patio, and a wonderfully happening location. If this isn’t prime real estate, I don’t know what is.

Chipotle

(401 N. Front St.) I believe this one opened in early 2001. Hard to imagine a time when this (and every) city wasn’t entirely overrun with these puppies.

Express Live! 

(405 Neil Avenue.) Despite whatever name you give this venue (I still fight the urge to call it Promowest Pavilion) it remains a nifty spot, roughly 20 years in, whereby bands can either play indoors or outdoors depending upon the weather. The best show I’ve seen here has probably been Buddy Guy and the worst without question was Little Feat.

Gaswerks

(487 Park St.) Yeehaw! I’m happy to see this bar is still here. Still, though venturing inside virtually every watering hole that ever existed in this district, for some reason I don’t recall hitting this one ever. So let’s take a look at their paper advertisements from the early 2000s, shall we?

Their motto is “Great Drinks Lousy Service,” so I’m guessing there’s some kind of “ironic” stance in play here, maybe a la that Dick’s place or whatever it was where the waiters there would insult you all day. As of 2006, they do have S.I.N. (Service Industry Night) in mind every Wednesday, where you can either bring a check stub or formally register yourself with a S.I.N. Card. Billing itself as “simply the best S.I.N. night anywhere!” it features $1 martinis, $1 Bombs, $2 Calls (have to admit I’m clueless on this one), $1.50 domestic pints, and free pool all night. Every Thursday, they had Garage Band Thursdays, also with free pool and featuring a local musical act.

Huntington Park

(it has an address, of course, though as is often the case, I feel it’s more instructive to tell people this sits at the corner of Neil and Nationwide). This is the current, still relatively new home of the Columbus Clippers baseball team.A former gas station that existed at the corner held up construction somewhat, as the site was deemed environmentally toxic and had to be properly cleaned up first.

Kooma

(37 Vine Street.) Has been here since at least 2006. They are open for lunch onward Mon-Fri, from 4-9:30 on Saturdays, and closed Sundays. Serve upscale fare, including sushi, in a cozy modern setting.

Nationwide Arena

This arena was pushed through under some mild controversy, when the public voted no to fund it, but our mayor gave it the green light anyway. But I’m not here to get on a soapbox debiting the merits/demerits of this approach, particularly as someone who has visited here at least once (and couldn’t even be bothered to vote on it that day anyway, if being honest.) If seeking to read specifically my limited impressions of the Blue Jackets, you can go here. If you truly don’t have enough stress in your life and like to work yourself up into a lather over rich guy hookups and bungled city deals and the way enormous enterprises often pay less in taxes than the janitor sweeping its floors after a Tim McGraw concert, by all means do some detective work online.

Otherwise, we’ll stick to the scattershot details I’ve managed to track down about the operation itself. Like how Cotter’s was a bar/restaurant attached to Nationwide Arena, as of April ’06. They featured $4 martinis from a Signature Martini Menu Mon-Fri from 4-7pm. Also a $4 small plate every evening:

                Mon – roasted vegetable pizza

                Tue – mini steak burgers

                Wed – baked brie

                Thu – flash fried calamari

                Fri – shrimp cocktail

                They also bill themselves as being “directly across from the historic Union Station arch.”

North Market (click to view page)

Park Street Tavern

(501 Park St.) Cozy yet classy little dive, often featuring live music. I came here quite a bit when working at North Market in 2006, to kill time while waiting on the bus. It typically wasn’t too crowded, they had baseball on the TV, and I could almost always grab a table in front of the big picture window for people watching during commercials.

Ted’s Montana Grill

(191 W. Nationwide Blvd) As if you couldn’t guess, a somewhat upscale yet frontier themed, wild wild west type steakhouse establishment. Awesome food, though, it must be said. But they do have these all over the place and you might already be familiar with the chain. Erin and I are especially partial to what they call Almost Pickles here, as far as an appetizer goes.

(honorable mention/the departed)

51 Vine St.

No one’s using this address of the moment. It would have occupied the northwest corner of this larger building, facing Vine Street and the North Market, the same one Kooma is in. Gibby’s was one former tenant, though, through at least March 2006. They were a sister operation to the one in Grandview. Games on tv, wings, beer. You get the drill.

106 Vine St.

BBR Restaurant gave this space a go most recently, though they gave up the ghost at some point earlier this decade. A sports bar with a motto of “Rock It Out,” and advertising Eat, Drink, Sports as its tentpole attractions, they also displayed 106 West Vine on the building front, as their address. Although there is no East Vine.

Before this, Strada was a popular restaurant here, for many a year. As of January ‘01 they had live jazz every Friday night, open til midnight Fri & Sat. Spanish paella recipe: chorizo, mussels, chicken, calamari, shrimp, scallops and pork tenderloin tossed with peas, a traditional saffron rice. Calamari roll recipe: tenderized calamari dipped in francaisse, wrapped around crabmeat, roasted poblanos, boursin cheese, drizzled with jalapeno beurre blanc.

165 Vine St.

This plot of land is now a parking lot. Which I suppose is more useful than yet another live music venue. Still, there were at least a couple noteworthy ones located here, once upon a time.

The Lodge Bar was cool while it lasted, worth a visit roughly once a year or so. The interior was like a hunting lodge, and the stage has been moved to the back end of the bar.

Prior to this, the Brickyard called it home. The likes of Red Wanting Blue would often play here, like for example this memorable show from 2001. During this era, the stage was located up near the front entrance, along Vine Street, to the right as you walked in.

Arena Grand/Studio Movie Grill

(175 W. Nationwide Blvd.) This movie theater was kind of a big deal when it first opened, with plush seating in a fancy downtown setting and what have you. Although the only movie I personally remember catching here is when Erin and I saw Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland. In later years it was taken over and rebranded the somewhat befuddling Studio Movie Grill, which is apparently a mini-franchase of sorts but also not the greatest name. This to me makes it sound like merely the cafe portion of the theater itself, or something.

At any rate, this building has sat empty for quite a while. Is it oddly reassuring sometimes when a big profile business like this doesn’t quite make it? I guess on occasion, it is. I wouldn’t exactly wish misfortune on any random business owners, but at the same time, it’s nice to know someone can’t just plonk down a bunch of money, with an idea that’s slightly innovative at that moment, then coast into the sunset forevermore. In a majorly trendy district and, most likely, with significant hookups and/or breaks from the city in some form.

Blues Station

(147 Vine Street.) This low rectangular building with the white exterior is currently a big ol’ slab of nothingness. But it was a happening live venue of some renown through at least July 2006. Live music, Southern themed food such as fried peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. They have a patio too. As of then, every Tuesday they have an open mic jam with Patrick McLaughlin, every Wednesday open acoustic night with Ryan Smith.

Mekka 

Technically this would have sat just outside of the self-imposed boundaries of my little downtown map here. It was an insanely popular club here in town for a couple years in the late 90s. They would also host the odd national touring musician on occasion. According to the historical records I’m researching, its address was 382 Dublin Avenue, which doesn’t even exist anymore. If you’re talking about 382 Dublin Road, I think that’s more or less the same vicinity, but if I’m not mistaken they totally revamped the streets around here when the Arena District went in. So it’s not 100% accurate, either. But of course I could be wrong about that.

Well, anyway, whatever the particulars at that time, it was located in the old Buggy Works building. Opened by a guy named Tom Higgins. We came here just once but I remember it was difficult to find, back then. Which only served to enhance its mystique. It looks like Eve 6 and Lit played here on 4/6/99, Men At Work on 9/11/99. By February 2000 they were closed, however, possibly even earlier.

One Nation

(Nationwide Building) Its time here would have preceeded anyone actually referring to this area as the Arena District. Located on the 38th floor of the towering Nationwide headquarters, it was a restaurant open for twenty years, from 1977-97, and had a number of different regionally themed rooms. Both it and the external glass elevator used to reach the restaurant afforded awesome views of the city.

Water Works 

(225 N. Front Street) Former semi-notorious restaurant whose heyday peaked in the 1980s. This address no longer exists, as the entire block and then some has been eaten up by a Nationwide parking garage. Opened on the site of a former warehouse basement, everything here was water themed – but not necessarily in a nautical sense. For example, seating fashioned out of bathtubs, manhole cover shaped menus, dishes with highly questionable names such as Salt-Water Station Scampi. The fare was apparently semi-decent to respectable, and it lasted from 1971-87. But, I don’t know, with a gimmick like this, it’s somewhat surprising they stuck around that long.




-Brewery District-



Though downtown as a whole has been plagued by this to some extent, the Brewery District is unique in that I feel like for 20 plus years now, there’s been this trend of bars blowing into here with a ton of hype, and being packed to the gills in what has always been a happening district – in other words, a theoretically sustainable business – but then the masses stop showing up overnight, a few months down the road, and the place is toast before you know it.

This has its own standalone page now. So if interested please click either the name above or else right here.





-E. Broad Street-



12 E. Broad Street

Nothing is here at the moment, though it was most recently Jack & Benny’s Downtown Diner.  A fascinating cycle of upturns and downswings brought this all-day-breakfast operation downtown again. After their initial run basically right next door (6 E. Broad) ended in 1972, they relocated to the north campus location on High, which still exists to this day. Recent, more prosperous times led to adding this 2nd restaurant, however, and even a 3rd, out at the OSU airport. The downtown location had a tough go of it in the COVID era, though, and were regrettably forced to close their doors.

The original stop at 6 E. Broad, which lasted 18 years, for the majority of that lifespan was connected to another restaurant Jack Sher & Benny Klein owned, Benny Klein’s Charcoal Steak House. Located just around the corner, on High, and accessible via tunnel.

Rhodes State Office Tower

(30 E. Broad Street) A totally free observation deck might be one of the city’s best kept secrets. All that’s needed is a photo ID, and there are even guided tours available.

Sign above Columbus Dispatch headquarters
Columbus Dispatch

Columbus Dispatch

(62 E. Broad) – Home of the city’s major daily newspaper. I don’t feel like Cleveland bests Columbus in very many categories, but this is one exception – The Plain Dealer has always been a better paper. A lot of people, including some of my friends and I, were vaguely horrified when the Dispatch bought up treasured weekly independents, The Other Paper and Alive! True to form, they soon axed The Other Paper, citing overkill. In fairness, however, I will say they didn’t really seem to tinker with Alive! much, far less than expected.

The Dispatch website is highly annoying, however. Even after registering for 5 free articles per month, and logging in, I can’t seem to get the pop-up to go away, which greys out and blocks the remainder of the screen…asking you to either register, log-in, or pay for access. So you might get 5 “free reads” per month, but only in a mathematical model where 5 also equals 0. Overall, while the Disgrace nickname might be a tad excessive, I feel this is only an average or slightly below average newspaper for a city like ours.

112 E. Broad Street

The original site for Maramor restaurant, which was apparently just a house back then. Definitely hard to picture now. A Lazarus employee, Mary Love, opened it in 1920. This closed after a short while, as she moved out west, but then returned to reopen a different spot diagonally across the street (137 E. Broad), which was highly regarded and lasted deep into the 1960s.

257 E. Broad Street

Formerly the location of the first ever Wendy’s restaurant, from November 15, 1969 to March 2, 2007. If you see old pictures of this building, with rounded glass walls topped by blue and white vertical stripes, yeah, it really didn’t change that much over the years, aside from gradually becoming a Wendy’s museum of sorts, too. Declining sales led them to bulldozing the structure completely.

The only Wendy’s trace now is a historical marker in this grassy strip along the sidewalk. Just behind where the restaurant would have sat, though, is The Catholic Foundation, which also houses the totally free Museum of Catholic Art and History, an underrated gem you probably haven’t heard much about. STRS Ohio, an investment service, also calls this address home.

Prior to Wendy’s, it was part of Bill Kay’s Oldsmobile operation. Between the two, I’ve seen it listed as the site for Tommy Henrich’s restaurant, although other sources show the address as 247 E. Broad. So I’m not sure if it was one big connected space or if there’s an error of some sort there.

Motorists Mutual Insurance

(471 E. Broad) – Tall, funky looking dark brown building has a distinct 1970’s appearance to it, though I’m not actually sure how old it is. My ex-girlfriend Heather’s grandma worked here for eons and wound up retiring from the place. She used to buy Amway soap from me and I personally delivered some to her here once.

The Bluestone

(583 E. Broad) – Originally a First Baptist church which was built in 1898, and has undergone many changes since then. A short lived incarnation as Bar Of Modern Art (2006-2010) was considered by most an interesting but doomed concept, and this proved somewhat correct – although for this to last even four years is somewhat amazing. As the Bluestone it’s now an events venue which books live musical acts, too, both local and touring ones, as well as garden variety catering and banquet type happenings.  My stepdaughter Maddie recently had her senior prom in this building, for example. They also host occasional national acts and events like Melted Festival. Here’s one song from Kikagaku Moyo playing the 2019 edition:

I’m not really sure where downtown is officially considered to end out this way, but the point where it crosses over I-71 seems as good as any. From here, you start getting into the Olde Towne East district.


-W. Broad Street-



LeVeque Tower 

LeVeque Tower Columbus Ohio
LeVeque Tower

(50 W. Broad Street). Completed in 1927, this was once the tallest building in town. My ex-girlfriend Jill’s grandfather Carl did some electrical work on this massive structure back in its early days. In 1986, a sinkhole opened up on Broad Street pretty much right in front of it – if I remember correctly, it only ate one car. Some dude was driving along and the road caved in beneath him. Can you imagine? It’s hard to say whether this would make you want to buy a lottery ticket that day, or enter the witness protection program.

Technically speaking, anything west of the Scioto, from this bridge pictured above clear out to where 70 crosses Broad, is considered part of Franklinton. However in my experience, people are much more likely to refer to these following landmarks as “downtown,” and I am the same way.  I’m not sure where the unspoken line exists, but this seems to be a fairly accurate decoder key:

You’ve been there = downtown

Anything west of that = Franklinton

Franklinton is actually older than Columbus. I’ve read somewhere that there were businessmen doing brisk commerce in the early 1800s, offering boat rides across the river. Is this for real? I thought those older folk were supposed to be hardier types. I feel like I’m seriously out of shape now, but could still easily swim across the Scioto. Then again, this might prove difficult if attempting to hold onto your bonnet or top hat.

National Veterans Memorial and Museum 

(300 W. Broad Street) An impressive and modern looking facility. Oddly enough, one of the city’s top concert venues used to be located on this site, the Veterans Memorial Auditorium. Elvis played two shows here, on the same night in 1956, and as far as I can tell this is also where R.E.M. made their Ohio debut. That Arnold Schwarzenegger statue, in front of the Convention Center now, was originally here – it was moved when Vets Auditorium met the wrecking ball. This has something to do with a televised Mr. World strongman competition from 1970, which Arnold won right here, catapulting him into fame.

COSI

(333 W. Broad Street). Center of Science and Industry. It’s an okay spot, though much less exciting than one might imagine. A trip to the zoo or the Ohio Historical Society easily offers you much more bang for your buck. Only recommended if you’ve never been and are burned out on all the other similar options in town.

(honorable mention/the departed)

11 W. Broad St.

Former site of a Doersam’s restaurant, one of at least 4 around town (all within a close proximity, too – a North High, a South High, and an East Gay Street location). They were a burger joint that also served alcohol. This one closed at some point in the early 60s, and by 1970, the building itself was demolished. Cinco’s sits roughly in the same place now, though given a South High address.





-Downtown Proper-

(click on images in map to read more)

2006 notes: a brown wooden fence lines Fulton (east-west) above 70/71. Traffic pours out from westbound onto 4th Street, which is one way heading north. Backhoes work in the former basement of a recently demolished building – large, takes up about 1/4 block – at one corner of Mound and 4th. Ted Strickland’s campaign HQ is also here on 4th. A fire station with a sign in front proclaiming (white script on blue background) “busiest station in the nation.”

122 E. Main St.

Sidebar Columbus, The Cave Bar And Lounge, and the Pretty In Ink “permanent make-up clinic” are all located here now.

From 1991-95 it was a trendy restaurant called David’s On Main/David’s Down Under. Which went under in short order, indeed, due to plumbing and other maintenance issues. Although during this time, owner David Pelzman made national headlines and even Good Morning America for suing a would-be customer who failed to honor a reservation. An amusing tale and all, but there may be some karma related lessons there when your restaurant closes a year later.

From there it became the gay-friendly restaurant Out On Main (different owners) and then later Brownstone On Main (new owners as well.)

Columbus Association for the Performing Arts (CAPA)

Their headquarters is technically 55 E. State Street, next door to Ohio Theatre. Originally this organization was founded to save and restore that historic building, in 1969. But since that time, this non-profit group has taken over management of a number of similar operations around town (Southern Theatre, Palace Theatre, et cetera) and stages productions, hosts events at all of them. Even Franklin Park Conservatory falls under their purview.

Columbus Metropolitan Library

One of, if not the, most beautiful library interiors I’ve ever laid eyes upon. So that’s the face value take. Beyond all that, I’ve spent countless hours inside here over the decades, the nadir of which was probably the days of checking out 25 CDs at a time, in the late 90s, which I think was their limit. Then dubbing onto cassette (burning was not yet an option) the ones I ended up liking. Even back then I felt kind of bad for the clerks stuck dealing with dorks like me. Not that this ever stopped said dorks from perpetuating their antics.

In more recent times, aside from the remodeling flourishes which have made it an even more impressive sight, they’ve proven an invaluable reference resource for this website. For example I remain eternally grateful to one employee in particular, as she showed me how to look up old addresses in their database (often a surprisingly difficult task to accomplish, even with Google at your disposal) – before that, I had resorted to trying to buy old phone books from places like Craiglist.

Dirty Frank’s Hot Dog Palace 

(248 S. 4th Street) Highly rated operation has a thorough selection and serves beer as well.

C-bus institution Queen Bee once called this place home, for roughly sixty years. Christina Pritsolas was known for yelling constantly here at the restaurant. She died in 2001 and had a service at the Greek Orthodox Cathedral. She was wearing, according to Chrstine Hayes’s piece in the Short North Gazette (March ‘01), “leopard print blouse and black suit,” was surrounded by red roses. A granddaughter sang a song as tribute to her. They did serve baklava here but it wasn’t a strictly Greek restaurant. They suffered a fire in ’96, closing temporarily as a result, and mayor Greg Lashutka was disturbed enough by this he personally raised money to reopen it.

Franklin County Child Support 

(80 E. Fulton Street) Good times aplenty here, let me tell you. I only visited once in person but suffered many a phone chat with them over the years. Including one especially memorable conference call with then head honcho Randy Human, our caseworker, and Jill’s lawyer. No, that one did not especially go my way, either. In a thoroughly bizarre twist, many years later, my sister Laura will wind up working here.

The Jury Room 

(22 E. Mount Street) Among the older buildings in town, this one has survived more or less intact for about 200 years, pretty much for the same purpose. It was the J.F Gaiser Saloon in the late 1800s, though its longest incarnation was as a bar named The Jury Room. In recent times it underwent a couple more identity changes, including Blind Lady Tavern, before eventually reclaiming the Jury Room mantle.

Smart decision, fellas. When your bar has been around since 1831, you probably shouldn’t tinker with the formula a ton.

Mikey’s Late Night Slice 

(268 S. 4th Street) Trendy and popular pizza establishment with funky offerings to die for, apparently, though I’ve not yet personally tried them. I recently attempted visiting their north campus location, but couldn’t find a parking spot anywhere nearby, though driving around the block twice. And therefore hit Hounddog’s instead. It was a brutal winter night and I didn’t feel like walking farther. But yeah, expect the same customer stampede here, and probably any of their other locations.

Milestone 229 

(229 S. Civic Center Drive) Modern American type restaurant located in Bicentennial Park, overlooking the Scioto.

Ohio Statehouse

Though the address says 1 Capitol Square, this is basically situated at the corner of E. Broad and S. High. Fun fact: Abraham Lincoln was here when first learning he’d been elected president, in 1861. Fast forward to the summer of 2014, and you will find a TGIF summer concert series, held from noon to 1 every Friday, on the statehouse’s west plaza. A variety of prominent local music ranging from rock (Franklin Express) to opera (Opera Columbus) is featured here, along with a pick of the week food truck – Dos Hermanos, Red Plate Blue Plate, Angry Wiener and more.

As of at least 2001, once a year they would give a “Haunted Statehouse” tour. Thomas Bateman, Ohio Senate clerk for roughly five decades, is rumored to haunt the place – apparently he was extremely regimented and used to walk the same way to-from his office every day. Joseph Foraker (former governor and senator) reported seeing Lincoln’s ghost in here one night, dancing with some woman on the senate floor.

Ohio Theatre

Ohio Theatre, 39 E. State St.

(39. E. State Street) Quaint old fashioned performance art space, with a Spanish Baroque design.



Peanut Shoppe

(21 E. State St) Despite the name, this is considered more of a candy store – albeit with an iconic neon Mr. Peanut sign hanging on the corner outside.

Topiary Park

Not to be missed attraction sits just behind the downtown library. Click the link above to visit that page and learn much more about it.

(honorable mention/the departed)

Hartman Theatre

(79 E. State Street) Hartman Theatre used to sit here, at the SW corner of State and 3rd. It was closed in 1969, then demolished a couple years later. A parking lot soon replaced it, though this too eventually gave way to this snazzy newer building which houses multiple different businesses. Plaza Restaurant & Lounge (75 E. State) is probably the closest to where the Hartman would have been.

The theatre opened in 1911 with a showing of the musical The Pink Lady. Seating a little over 1700, it was originally designed for plays and other live performances, although they began screening films here as well, years later. James Thurber’s plays debuted here before they even hit Broadway, as did Eugene O’Neill’s A Moon for the Misbegotten. The likes of Laurence Olivier, Eartha Kitt, Shelley Winters and Martin Sheen graced the stage here at various points. A well-regarded restaurant, The Club, operated inside, although considering that grilled cheese was their specialty, it couldn’t have been too highbrow.

L’ Armagnac

(121 S. 6th Street) A beloved if somewhat short lived restaurant in the 1980s and 90s. A French establishment that was eventually knocked down to make room for Grant Medical Center.

Red Zone

(87 W. Main Street) Whoa. You want to talk about a block that looks completely different from what it did 20 years ago, it would be hard to pick a better example than this one. Nobody uses this address nowadays. But there used to be a sketchy looking standalone building, more or less in the middle of it, which housed a controversial yet extremely popular club called Red Zone. With an even worse looking parking lot beside it.

Chris Corso and Mike Gallicchio owned this place and a handful of other operations around town. It was eventually shut down over a flurry of shootings and a bunch of other ignorant behavior. Yet another place I felt the need to check out exactly once, just to say I did, but never again beyond that.

Currently this block (NW corner of Front and Main) is eaten up by taller, newer, much less horrific apartment buildings. Actually, I’ve seen one other place list their former address as 303 S. Front St. But any official directories I can find, as well as my personal memories, make it seem as though 87 W. Main (basically just across the street) must be more accurate. Either way, it closed in September 2000 – City Council filed an objection in December ‘99, declining to renew their liquor license.

Royal Cafe

(141 S. 4th Street) A huge restaurant with a famous mural and entrances from three different streets. This restaurant closed in 1965 and the building itself was either transformed or knocked down completely – I’m seeing conflicting reports on this.

Snaps & Taps Lounge

(44 S. Washington Ave) Is currently just a parking lot, for the building was demolished in ’04. But Columbus’s first poetry slams were held here, and it was an especially popular and seminal meeting space for the black creative community. As of Oct ‘01, every Wednesday was open mic poetry beginning at 8pm. Every 3rd Wed was a “slam” with cash prizes. Thursdays were live reggae featuring The Spectre, doors opened at 9pm. Fridays were “eclectic nights” featuring Amalgamated Funk, doors opened at 9. Every Sat night from 10pm-4am it’s “Culture Night,” with music from DJs Pacprof & Billy.

Tom Johnson’s

(110-120 S. 4th Street) Another treasured former restaurant that bit the dust, way back in 1957. But they had plenty else around town to keep them occupied. This was a family owned operation that eventually moved and morphed over time to the Johnson’s Fish Market operation that many of us remember. There’s not even a building here now, but it would have sat just south of the one currently housing Omni Title and Columbus Gift Academy.

-German Village-

 



This now has its own dedicated page as well. I’ll probably post a map here at some point, because much like the Brewery District, this technically isn’t “downtown,” but is adjacent enough to merit mentioning here.



-North High Street-



Though High Street north of Broad is probably the most iconic piece of road in town – it helps that this is such a lengthy, central avenue – the section between Broad and the Arena District is one of its least exciting stretches. Click on the link above for a dedicated page about North High, beginning downtown.



-South High Street-

 


Cinco: (1 S. High Street) Mexican restaurant with an assembly line, name-your-fillings type setup, a la Chipotle.

Huntington Center: (17 S. High Street). Some parts of this multipurpose building date back to 1905. Among the tenants now are a Potbelly Sandwich restaurant, a Huntington Bank, of course, and an office for the Ohio Board of Nursing.

77. S. High Street

A ton going on at this address. Capitol Theatre, Ohio Department of Veterans Services, Riffe Gallery, Engineers & Surveyors Board, Division Of Unclaimed Funds, the Ohio State Board of Pharmacy, Office Of Tourism, Elections Commission, and other assorted offshoots of the above consume various suites/wings of this complex. The building in part even extends over and above Wall Street, to a parking garage.

In a previous life, one location of the popular Mills restaurant mini-chain occupied at least part of these grounds. It was here an impressive sixty years, from 1916-1976, and was the site of a popular historic mural.

Lazarus Building

(141 S. High St.) From 1851 (you read that right) clear up until 2004, this was the home of the original Lazarus department store. Founded by Simon Lazarus, this was a highly influential chain in retail history. While never entering this building, not that I can recall, I drove/rode/walked/biked past it countless times – it was kind of hard to miss that trademark retro-retro murky blue exterior (meaning it already looked retro even when theoretically still in style), here and at all of their locations. When City Center went up in 1989, they built a walkway across High Street over to this store. Lazarus eventually merged with Macy’s, in the early 2000’s, before soon retiring the original name, and closing down this flagship location. And though it’s fascinating to look back at old photos of a place like this, to think about and get nostalgic over one major hub like this eating up an entire city block, it’s hard to imagine visiting more than a handful of times even were it still around. It’s sad, but that’s why these retail monoliths bit the dust.

Right now, it’s just known as the Lazarus Building, with a wide variety of operations renting out office space here. Not nearly as cool, but probably more useful in our modern downtown. Pat and Gracie’s, one of three locations around town, is located in one High-Street-facing slot of this building (121 S. High St.) They bill themselves as a “kitchen and tavern,” specializing in, among other offerings, fries made fresh with every order.

Spaghetti Warehouse: 

Treasured destination over the years, mostly because my daughter Emma is somewhat of a spaghetti maniac. Our most notable visit here was probably her 4th birthday party, which featured a memorably random cast of family members. Up above are some photos of her attacking chocolate birthday cake at that party. Maddie appears to be enjoying herself considerably just watching her sister in action.

They were originally located nearby, at 397 W. Broad Street, but have since relocated to a newer, trendier spot at 150 S. High. As the name would imply, the original building was a great old building with a warehouse vibe, the highlight being this train car with highly in-demand seating. Near the end of their run at spot #1, I had heard from some people that the quality of their food had seriously gone downhill. So let’s hope they’ve righted that ship in the process of this transplant.

Emma's 4th birthday party at Spaghetti Warehouse in Columbus, Ohio

160 S. High Street

Currently, a park named Columbus Commons (technically John F. Wolfe Columbus Commons, although of course no one would ever blurt all this out in everyday speech) occupies this terrain. It was planted over the concrete carcass of what was formerly known as City Center, an indoor mall. Almost nothing in the city’s past century or so symbolizes how swiftly things can change, as the plight of this mall does. Opened in 1989, it was the city’s finest shopping destination for about a solid decade. Tuttle Mall’s opening on the northwest fringe in ’97 gave them a run for their money, but even so, this city is certainly large enough to support two modern malls of this type (the 1980’s after all had four of them, in the form of Eastland/Westland/Northland/Southland, against an even smaller population) and it’s debatable whether Tuttle actually improves upon the experience any.

I could basically spend all day coming up with maps and listing tenants for indoor shopping malls of yore. This would not bother me in the slightest. So such an entry is coming for City Center someday, oh yes, it shall. For the time being, let’s just run with some meager facts I have at my disposal. They had a Sbarro pizza franchise, of course, on I think the lowest floor, which was pretty much a required visit every time. There was a Max & Erma’s here, one of but approximately 1,000 restaurants around town where my buddy Bruce once worked. Thomas Kinkade Signature Galleries as of Oct 2001. Wentworth Gallery, featuring limited editions and originals by international artists, was also here as of Oct 2001. And I remember they used to bring semi-famous bands in here to play, though it’s difficult to remember who, exactly. It seems like Hanson and maybe The Spin Doctors were a couple of the culprits, however.

Anyway, there are some sweet videos on Youtube if you care to take that particular stroll down memory lane. It was always a popular date option, or for that matter a solid destination for just screwing off with a bunch of people. Like for example this notorious weekend where Alan’s ex-girlfriend eventually kicked us out of her apartment, before any of us guys had moved to Columbus ourselves (the City Center excursion came before the booting, in case that isn’t clear).

Yeah, well, by 2009, City Center is toast. It’s bulldozed into oblivion, and this park sprouts up a couple of summers later. That first year, we attend a screening of Raiders of the Lost Ark against the backside of whatever building that is to the north, and they’ve continued featuring some interesting events here up to and including the Columbus Symphony performing Pink Floyd classics in the summer of 2019. It’s a cool space, don’t get me wrong, all the more so in that it exists downtown. Call me an eco-monster, though, or at the very least untrendy and uncool, but I kind of wish we could have both, because I’m not exactly convinced that the indoor shopping malls of my youth were really all that horrible. And actually, considering the project underway just a smidgen to the east of here, it seems that a lot of people agree with me.

201 S. High Street

Currently Downtown Tavern (AKA Hydeout Kitchen & Bar.) Before that, The Flamingo Room was here. And for over 100 YEARS, from 1887-1995, it was a restaurant named Foerster’s. Although open from breakfast through dinner, though, it’s possible the place was better known for its candy offerings and soda fountain, at least up to a certain point. And an even earlier incarnation, opened in 1875, briefly existed at 301 South High, which is basically just some empty space now beside the Common Pleas Court.

Dempsey’s

(346 S. High St) A brick walled but cheerful pub known for draft beer and live folk performers. Irish fare with a little patio out back, too.

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7 S. High Street

Nonexistent coordinates roughly in between Cinco and the Huntington Center. From 1918-1964, though, a restaurant named QCB sat here. Actually, according to Lost Restaurants Of Columbus, Ohio (an indispensible guide for yours truly while working on this site, and highly recommended), QCB was knocked down to build the Huntington Center. Owner William Petrakis apparently kept one marble section of counter as a souvenir – is this still in existence, and if so, where might it be? Talk about a momento I’d truly love to get my hands on! For the eventual LLTC museum of my daydreams, if nothing else. That book also says a place called Pizza Rustica was more or less located where QCB had been, within the Huntington Bank Building (as it was once known), though they are long since closed.

-Uptown District-

Capitol Square Printing Inc

(59 E. Gay Street) I’m sure this is a compelling operation in its own right.

However, from 1919-40 it was the second location of the world famous Marzetti’s empire. Though more well known as a salad dressing company these days, they were originally a family owned restaurant, with the first opening on the OSU campus in 1896. Their story is a thoroughly fascinating one, and continues onward to this day – they recently even sent me a personal invite to an event they were hosting, which I was unfortunately unable to attend.

Columbus College of Art & Design (CCAD)

(60 Cleveland Avenue) Established in 1879, this private art school typically counts about 1000 enrolled students at any given time. It was originally known as the not nearly as cool sounding Columbus Art School and is one of the longest running such institutions in the country. That big ART sculpture went up in either 2000 or 2001. In spring of 2001 they had free, open to the public artist lectures, every Monday from noon to :130 in the Canzani Center’s auditorium. Brian Novatny and Craig Carlisle are some artists who went here. This college also owns the CCAD Design Studios at nearby 390 E. Broad St.

Jeff Ruby’s Steakhouse

(89 E. Nationwide Blvd.) Jeff Ruby has many such highly regarded restaurants sprinkled throughout the land, though I think this is his only Columbus operation. It’s an upscale steakhouse, in case you couldn’t gather that, and is going to set you back some significant coin. Style-wise it’s Art Deco themed, albeit with significant warmth, its amber lighting, dark wood flourishes, and bright red seating like something straight out of a F. Scott Fitzgerald era movie set.

I don’t know exactly how long this has been here. But local history buffs might also like to hear it was a Damon’s up through at least 2006. At that time they were going by Damon’s Grill, one of 7 locations remaining around town. For the record I think this was a stupid name change (from Damon’s, The Place For Ribs) and yet another factor hastening their decline. Nobody was coming here for, like, a grilled chicken breast or whatever they’re attempting to evoke with that name.

At the moment Philip J. Fulton Law Office, The Baker Law Group, Karr & Sherman Co LPA, Stanley R. Stein Attorney At Law, Nationwide Bank, Bike Down, Lori Burns Painter, and Michael P. Dusseau also claim suites in other parts of this building.



Mitchell’s Steakhouse

Tiger + Lily Bistro 

(19 E. Gay Street) An Asian themed operation I haven’t had a chance to check out yet. Was formerly one of many G.D. Ritzy’s locations around town, a local operation that nearly died out following a bit of an expansion overreach.

ZerOz 

(17 E. Gay Street) Some kind of…futuristic wallet store? I’m not sure visiting their website has even really clarified for me what is happening here. Anyway, it used to be a Big Bite restaurant, which closed in 1984. Stay tuned for gripping updates about what happened in between.

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40 E. Long Street

Currently an ATM machine! As it has been since 2012. Prior to this, however, Club Ice called the place home (2007-11) and Long Street Entertainment (2001-06). Before that, a gay bar (I think it was, anyway, based upon their ads) named The Garage was here for 22 years before closing in 2000.

This is the lineup advertised for their final weekend:

3/10 – DJ Steven Oliveri

3/11 – DJ Julian Marsh

3/12 – Oliveri again (some kind of retrospective counting down their 22 years)

3/13 – Oliveri again, plus “15 dancing boys.” Okay, so yeah, definitely a gay bar I would say. It says it’s open late this night, which must be the finale

It’s difficult making sense of these historical records, sometimes, though. Meaning this is as much an art as it a science, you might say. A lot of times they contradict what is listed in newspaper articles and the like, for example, such as when I’m reading that Fabric is the bar that will immediately replace The Garage. Yet I can find no record of this. Did it never happen? Or are the historical business addresses incorrect? Or was Fabric opened here under a shell corporation name or something? Just many of the countless mysteries remaining to be solved, here and all over the place throughout this great town.

55 E. Nationwide Blvd

If you’re wondering where the local restaurant group known as “Fifty-Five,” it all started right here. The original restaurant opened here in 1984 as Fifty-Five on the Boulevard. This concept went belly-up in 2000, and all company owned locations were closed, although they spun off this original spot to some different owners who kept it afloat for awhile.

187 E. Gay Street

Not in use now, but was once home to a Union Restaurant, in the 1920s. It would have been basically on the backside of where The Athenaeum Theatre currently resides. Then Union Restaurant closed when the same owners shifted to a South 3rd Street location instead (52-54, which is also essentially nonexistent these days) and renamed it Paoletti’s.

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1997

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As the year begins, on the northeast rim of town, miles of cornfield are being systematically bulldozed, clearing way for a giant shopping mall our cash heavy denizens apparently need. City leaders are pushing for a brand new arena downtown, to host our Columbus Crew soccer team, possibly, now enjoying their inaugural season with home games at Ohio Stadium. A half mile east of our house, near the 17th Avenue exit of I-71, in an eroded oasis of factories and the state fairground, the Ohio Historical Museum and the ghetto Linden neighborhood, neglected train tracks and graffiti caked convenience stores, minor league hockey squad the Chill toils in 5700 seat Coliseum obscurity, but they too might gain a new address should this measure pass.  

At the corner of Spring and Neil, blocks away from this arena’s projected home, the contaminated, environmentally hazardous site of the Ohio Penitentiary, host decades earlier to this state’s death row, meets its own demise, as gorgeous, sweeping wings of Victorian architecture are razed into a pile of rubble. Throughout Franklin County, unemployment hovers at a paltry three percent. Police chief James Jackson has been barred for months from entering his own office. 

January 2 – local radio listeners are delighted that Howard Stern is now an option. His nationally syndicated program finally debuts here this morning, on 99.7 WBZX (“The Blitz”).

January 3 – a free rally for the Rose Bowl champion Buckeyes is held at St. John Arena. Approximately 10,000 people with nothing better to do will attend. The team flew in via a Lane Aviation charter to avoid being mobbed at the main airport terminal. The unseasonably warm weather hits a high of 60 degrees today.

January 4  – A high of 67 degrees!

January 5 – Back down to a mere 65.

January 6 – A Monday, and classes begin at OSU.

Febuary 10 – OSU police officer Michael Blankenship is shot to death at the Wexner Center For The Arts. He is responding to a call on a break-in at the center, and the shooter, Mark Edgerton, manages to escape the scene unscathed. Ironically enough, Blankenship had been teaching a class on safety right before responding to this call. Though moving into swift action attempting to apprehend the culprit, with at least one helicopter circling the skies, beaming its spotlight upon campus, police never do arrest the shooter, as he evades their grasp. It’s only days later, when Edgerton kills himself, that he is eventually linked to the crime. Damon and I happen to be strolling about campus at the time of the shooting, and notice the helicopter above us with the spotlight, as we then backtrack and attempt to figure out what they’re looking for. You could definitely say we’re lucky not to have found it.

March 18

A small time pot dealer, Kyle Schaulin, is shot to death on East 11th Avenue, two doors down from my associate Amanda’s apartment. Her address was 83, his 75. Oddly enough despite Schaulin having three roommates present – one of whom even saw the suspects (three strange men had entered the apartment) – and this crime occuring in the middle of the day, no progress has ever been made on this case.

April 25-26 – Treasured local rock club Stache’s last weekend. On 4/27 they will host an auction.

May 6 – the big vote for Issue #1, to fund what will become Nationwide Arena. What’s curious about this is that the city hasn’t even actually been approved for an NHL team yet.

May 24 – U2 hit Ohio Stadium during their PopMart tour. 44K tickets sold, and thousands more loiter, camping, carousing, able to clearly hear if not see, in this field behind the action, the empty expanse of land between an OSU library and the Lincoln and Morrill Towers. Another merry swarm, collegiate and younger, mostly, rules the campus streets, too, centering upon Lane and High, but fanning both outward and inward across virtually every spare scrap of land. This may not equal, quite, the open container free zone of a Saturday morning tailgate bonanza, which the cops have given up on policing entirely and close off the surrounding streets to accommodate, but it comes close. Between here and there I encounter a dozen front porches sagging with keg party saturation, densely packed and chirping above random U2 albums, cranked full tilt, or a local radio station broadcasting the same. Local band Silo the Huskie works the parked car cabal, meanwhile, sliding flyers beneath windshield wiper blades, advertising an after concert show they’re playing at the Short North venue Chelsie’s.

Home, bored, attempting to write something for hours in my disheartening dustbunnied bedroom, soundproof but for the muffled tv drone escaping Alan’s now closed door, I evacuate for round two, as the clock reads half past two. Discover that, without exception, the same houses reveling the last time around continue to do so, if sloppily, louder, but that High Street itself, stretching from roughly Hudson Avenue clear down into the Short North, is an absolute madhouse, wilder than any Thursday night, even in dreams. The Chelsie’s afterhours canceled, given up on by its queued hopefuls after an extended wait, so that by midnight, when the drunken owner staggers up with keys, only the furious Silo foursome remain outside, though stick around no longer than it takes to grab their equipment. No shortage of alternative venues await this howling horde, however, whereby even this all night convenience store I’m raiding for ice cream bears a shoulder to shoulder parking lot congregation, assembled for no discernible purpose, and with no other entertainment, unless their skateboards and boomboxes count, their rosy reenactments, across the street shout outs, one hit bowls and forties.

May 25

A liftoff celebration for Short North rock club Little Brothers, starring R.L. Burnside.

May 31 – Hempfest ’97 at Mirror Lake runs from 12 to 12. Triggahappy and Uncle Sam’s Dream Machine are among the performers, and there’s even a little bit of comedy gracing the stage.

June 16 – Paul is the master at finding ways to meet famous musicians. With Ozzy Osbourne slated to perform tomorrow, Paul works the phone lines and receives some solid information that the Prince Of Darkness might be staying up at the Worthington area Holiday Inn. If nothing else, it seems certain that Rush (who are playing a show at Polaris tonight) and Pantera, part of tomorrow’s Ozzfest bill, certainly are.

Paul, Damon, Alan and I cruise up to that Holiday Inn and hang out in the hotel bar. But then after just a few minutes sitting here, watching baseball highlights with the sound off, the bartender announces that they are closing for the night and we have to finish our drinks.

We move to the lobby and sit on some fancy furniture near an even more impressive fountain display. Trying our best to look inconspicuous, though only a handful of minutes pass and it probably doesn’t matter anyway, before this big burly figure enters the front doors with an incredible looking babe on each arm.

“Look, it’s some groupies!” Damon whispers. This is exactly what it looks like, too, a bouncer having secured fresh candidates for a conjugal visit, for whatever band’s employing him.

“Fuck, dude, let’s follow them,” Paul suggests.

So we get up and casually tail this trio, trying to not be too obvious about it. Except they get on an elevator, and, figuring this might be our only chance to find out where they’re going, we speed walk our way over to hop on the same car with them.

They’ve pushed in the button for the 4th floor, so we act like that’s a pleasant coincidence and pretend we’re getting off there as well. But as the bell rings and doors open, those three hang back to see what we’re up to, because we surely completely transparent and – if our hunches are correct – these seasoned pros have seen these moves before. So we have no choice but to exit the elevator, hanging a left, pretending as if our room lies this way down the hall. As we continually sneak peeks behind us, however, we notice that the others have gone in the opposite direction, before ducking into a nearby room.

Instantly, we reverse tracks and beat a hasty path down the hall, to observe the number, 424, they’ve slipped behind. Then regroup at the elevators and discuss our next plan of attack. Damon suggests that we just knock on the door and see if anyone answers. I dismiss this notion on the grounds that there’s no way Geddy Lee or Phil from Pantera or whomever would answer, even if there were a rock star in that room.

“No, but maybe you could see past the bouncer or whatever to who is in the room with him,” Paul suggests, while Alan continues smirking but not saying a whole lot.

Somehow it’s decided that I’m going to be the one to knock, while the other three snicker just out of sight. Though knowing damn well there are at least three people in this room, nobody answers, and why would they? Assuming anyone even bothered coming to the door to peer through that fish eyed lens, they’ve already glimpsed us idiots clowning around on the elevator.

So this wouldn’t rate as one of Paul’s more successful missions. All is not lost, however. As we climb aboard the elevator and descend to the ground floor once more, someone passes us in the hall, a tall figure wearing a black ball cap with an O on it and a minus sign struck through it. It’s not until the following day that we realize this was someone connected with Type O Negative, who are also on the Ozzfest bill.

June 17 – Ozzfest at Polaris which devolves into a riot. In slightly less controversial news, the NHL announces today that Columbus is indeed getting an expansion team, which will begin play in 2000.

June 27-29 – This year’s Community Festival, a.k.a. Comfest. 6 stages of music, an arts tent with live theater, et cetera.

July 1 – It almost feels like getting two concerts for the price of one. Though bummed at the time, if not actually rioting ourselves, it’s kind of cool in some weird way that the pair of headliners from June 17 are finally getting around to honoring their obligation only now. For tonight is the Ozzy Osbourne/Black Sabbath makeup show, free to anyone holding a ticket from the Ozzfest debacle.

This time around, just six of us ride over together: Alan, Paul, Mandy, Damon and his girlfriend Shannon, and me. Many original attendees of the Ozzfest can’t make it and probably, rightfully, consider this rescheduled show as total horseshit, but there are some positives. Among these are that hardcore metal fanatics like Mandy, who couldn’t make the original date, are able to score tickets to this one in a free handoff. But also, and while I’m aware this sentiment sounds like granting a hall pass to wastoid rock star shenanigans, we have no doubts that Ozzy Osbourne sounds better tonight than he ever possibly would that day of the riot.

You might lump an opening act who weren’t on the original Ozzfest bill, Neurosis, into that “added benefit” category, although this is probably a matter of taste. Some of us are of the opinion that any free entertainment amounts to a bonus, while others are less charitable. I would never claim that Neurosis are the best opening act I’ve ever seen and certainly not that paying money to see them as headliners sounds like a swell idea. But they do have this pair of guitar players who also pound on floor toms during select intervals, which at least produces a unique sound. Paul, however, is flipping through a concert program and scoffing at this entire enterprise.

“Man, why couldn’t they at least get somebody like Pantera or something,” he grouses.

And right then, as if not only on cue but actually hearing Paul’s comment, the lead singer lets out a blood curdling wail.

“That’s the sound he’s gonna make when I come down there and beat his ass,” Paul adds.

We sit in silence for a while before Paul asks, “you remember me telling you that Korn was the worst band I ever saw live?”

“Yeah?” I say.

“Well, not any more,” he concludes.

Alan and I are on record as kind of liking Neurosis, though the other four members of our party think they suck mightily. But all is forgotten anyway as soon as Ozzy takes the stage, or for that matter before the band even appears in person. As an introduction, a short film flashes on the big screen, depicting Osbourne spliced into numerous famous music videos, replacing the original members. The best of these shows Ozzy in that iconic car from Alanis Morrissette’s Ironic clip, reenacting some scenes precisely, although also leveling down to a segment where he has her panties on his head.

I don’t know if this makes any of his current music relevant. Then again, he has landed major mainstream hits as recently as 1995, which is a mind-boggling accomplishment for a hippie era burnout who was left for dead by Sabbath nearly twenty years ago. And while it’s a strange, possibly inconsequential take on his continued popularity, I think that his hilarious and surely off the cuff Ironic riffage does demonstrate that he’s more dialed in to today than most of his contemporaries, which might explain why people perceive Ozzy as being, however flawed, more real than most of his fellow moldering rock stars, and why we still expect him to deliver the goods.

Prior to Osbourne’s arrival, Damon, Paul and I decide to see if we can gate crash the pavilion with our lawn seats. This turns out to be no challenge whatsoever, as nobody is checking ticket stubs, and we are able to slide into three open seats unopposed. And soon enough, Ozzy takes the stage with his current solo band.

His voice doesn’t sound the greatest, and personally, I don’t care much for the fretburner on guitar. But in an unexpected twist, he does have Faith No More’s drummer, Mike Bordin, playing with him now, and this is fine by me – he has an odd style, though one I’ve always liked.

Ozzy opens with I Don’t Know and the crowd goes absolutely berserk for this one. Again, it’s difficult to think of too many classic rock dudes who would have their post-getting-kicked-out-of-the-major-famous-band hits received in such fashion, much less start a show with them. From here, he rips through all his solo classics, with an obligatory encore thrown into the mix. Then, following a short break, he’s back out on the stage again, with the band that made him famous, Black Sabbath.

“Well, I still don’t feel too fucking great, but I’m here,” Ozzy cracks in a break between songs, his thick British accent only decipherable after years spent doing so.

Two of the other three original members are also present, Tony Iommi and Geezer Butler, with only drummer Bill Ward absent this time around. I ask the resident expert, Paul, who probably knows more than 99.999% of those present, band and their flunkies included, about the current situation. Except it seems even he isn’t quite appraised of current Black Sabbath intrigue, and is forced to speculate.

“Bill Ward was the one who kicked Ozzy out of the band the first time,” he theorizes, “so I’ll bet when it came time to do a reunion, he decided to leave Bill out.”

They play most of their hits, of course, the best being signature tune Black Sabbath, during which Ozzy makes a bunch of ominous faces and delivers the most demonic laughs we’ve ever heard. And of course, he’s balancing this out with that weird little hop of his, where he gets on all fours and bounces around here and there. That, and occasionally he throws buckets of water out on the crowd, in fact they’ve laid carpet onstage to accommodate such a thing.

Geezer’s fingers seem to be flying a hundred miles an hour on the bass, although if you stop to listen, what he’s actually playing doesn’t sound that fast. We can’t figure out what the hell he’s doing up there, only that it looks mighty strange – but sounds just as it should, which is all that matters. Ozzy’s voice is a little ragged throughout, though he pulls it off, and it’s nothing but smiles all around for the band between one another, which is probably the real cue you are looking for.

After playing a full set, Sabbath comes back out for a two song encore, including crowd pleaser Paranoid. By now, Damon, Paul and I have trooped back up the hill, where Alan and Mandy have dedicated their day to drinking as much as possible and Shannon seems a little less than pleased at being left in charge of them. For entertainment, while strolling back to my car, we take our sweet time cataloging the state of the current fence, where obvious pieces have been slotted in to replace those destroyed by the riot. Mandy, who alone among us wasn’t even present for that completely insane day, can’t stop laughing about this and other signs of carnage, even after we’re in the car and I’ve started driving. Then again, I guess it is pretty hilarious, all things considered.

July 25-30 – Garth Brooks sells out 6 straight shows at Cooper Stadium.

July 26 – Something called the 3rd Annual U.S. Open Of Music is held at Ruby Tuesday: MK Ultra, Big Foot Nixon, and a bunch of other bands who aren’t worried about this Garth Brooks character will perform.

August 2 – Hideki Irabu pitches 7 shutout innings for the Clippers against Rochester. George Steinbrenner flies into Columbus to watch the game.

August 6 – Irabu takes the mound again, also at home, pitching 8 innings and striking out 11 Richmond Braves.

August 15 – OSU holds a farewell ceremony for the Big Ear telescope, which is being retired in favor of a golf course. Though actually located at the Perkins Observatory up in Delaware (more proof, in case you needed it, of how far OSU property reaches), it was this telescope which famously received, to date, the only intelligent transmission ever recorded from outer space, the infamous Wow! signal of 1977. Lasting 72 seconds, it was captured 20 years ago on this date, and is still unexplained as of this writing.

August 21 – MadLab opens a makeshift theatre in a Brewery Station warehouse.

September 19 – Watershed play at Chelsie’s

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Dub Narcotic play house on OSU campus, 1997

September 21 – Dub Narcotic Sound System play this curious gig at a house on East 12th Avenue – 115 E 12th, to be precise, at the corner of Indianola. Word of mouth had been circulating for weeks, but there are also plenty of flyers to be found around campus, too. Flyers which come in handy night of the show when I’m walking to it from my house, but can’t remember the exact address now, and wander aimlessly until spotting and grabbing one.

As it turns out, I show up a mite earlier than anyone else I know. Admission is a scant five dollars, and then I find myself temporarily standing alone in your standard old unfinished basement with just a handful of strangers when the opening act, T Tauri (stylized lowercase on the poster, t tauri, in case this matters), plug in and start playing. They’re bad, like Velvet Underground as junior high school students or something, and yet I dig them anyway.

After they are finished, there’s a short break, during which time a bunch of my friends finally start filtering in. Dan and Travis, Steve and Dave, Kevin and Vanessa, and some redheaded girl who turns out to be Andy Thomas’s older sister. Jeremy’s sitting along one wall, conversing with some tall, dark haired dude, and I walk over to say to say a quick hello before walking off. Except Jeremy smirks, and says to his colleague, “I’ll bet he doesn’t recognize you.”

“No, I don’t,” I admit, “should I?”

Jeremy explains that this is Jack Edinger, whom I haven’t seen since high school. Even he would admit he was more than a little on the jolly round side back then, but is now looking slim and sort of debonair. His hair is even darker and if I’m not mistaken he might even be taller.

“Don’t feel bad,” he laughs, “I didn’t recognize you, either.”

The second band now occupies the corner which passes for a stage. They’re called Foxfire and are like some creepy outfit from the 1970s. But they also happen to rock. Most songs, they’d start off slow and the singer would belt it to his heart’s content, then the musicians would fade out with a long instrumental jam.

A third offering coalesces in pieces. When complete it’s a trio called D Plus but to start with there’s just one guy, plunking on a bass and singing. Halfway through this song, another guy with a beard strolls onto the scene, sits down and puts forth some percussion. But then starting with the next song and continuing through the end of their set, the original singer moves to drums, the bearded guy picks up the bass, and some final dude appears to handle vocals and guitar. They play simple little songs with funny lyrics and are vaguely catchy. The drummer likes to pretend he’s sleeping but then awaken to rip off a sudden drum roll. It’s awesome. He even plays some overhead basement pipes during one of their cuts. And his kit consists of kick, snare, one tom, and a ride cymbal, that’s it, which are arranged from the center and fanning out to his right – there’s nothing to the left whatsoever.

During the next intermission, Dan Bandman and I and a couple other people are hanging out, chatting with this black dude, Larry Butler. He’s pretty funny and while Dan was obviously aware of this, having just strolled up out the blue, I wasn’t aware that Larry would soon be climbing behind the kit himself. He’s the drummer for Dub Narcotic Sound System and chatting with him might be the highlight of the night.

Let it be said that I really don’t care much one way or the other about these headliners. In fact, I’ve never heard a note before tonight. However, I am quite familiar with their leader, Calvin Johnson, a semi-legendary indie dude who kind of helped get that whole Seattle thing off the ground in the late 80s and early 90s. I’ve read a great deal about him, seen him interviewed in at least one documentary, heard a smattering of his fairly decent other, earlier bands. But as for this current project, Travis is correct when he jokes, “you could fast forward a tape of theirs to any spot and it would sound the same…Dub Narcotic Sound System…bzzz-zzzew-zzzzt…Dub Narcotic Sound System…”

They play what I guess you’d call a plastic form of funk, and are okay, but about as repetitive and tedious as this wisecrack would imply. Calvin has a baby face yet sings in basically the lowest register detectable by human ears, and yes, most of the tunes do seem to revolve around him just chanting their name over and over again at some point. I feel like this has be some kind of ironic art piece, an in-joke, because there’s no way they are this intentionally robotic and one-note, but whatever the case I don’t think this act is going to take off anytime soon.

The best part of their set, in fact, occurs between songs when from somewhere in the crowd behind me, a very drunk Dave Kemp asks somebody, with complete seriousness, “is Calvin here?” loud enough that the entire room can hear him.

After the show, everyone wants to meet Calvin. He has a peculiar attitude to say the least. Though if as seriously pissed off about being here as he is acting, you would think he would just leave the scene, instead he leans against the side of the house with his hoodie pulled up and snarls at anyone who attempts talking to him. I feel like a complete dork telling him they sounded good and even flashing a thumbs up which I immediately regret, to which he says, “okay…,” as though this were the most awkward comment ever. And yet even so, I come off relatively unscathed. Kevin tries a real conversation with him, returns to our little circle in the lawn reporting that he was extremely rude. The next casualty is Dan. While we again approached Larry Butler and found him as affable as before, and the ever networking Bandman even handed Larry a Superstar Rookie cassette, when Dan returns from his own Calvin encounter, I ask if he was cool and Bandman replies, “no, not at all.”

Then again, even we are howling as Dan relates to us how his own aborted discussion went. Attempting to make it a bit more personal, beyond the standard ass-kissing fan worship fare, he observes that Calvin “has a baby face but a deep voice, like Rick Astley.” Upon which he takes it one step further, pantomiming that he is holding a microphone as he sways side to side and croons the chorus to Never Gonna Give You Up. To say that Calvin came unglued at this display is an understatement.

So we’re all standing around, attempting to pool our notes and determine why, exactly, Johnson here is such a dick. Leave it to a quiet, uninvolved Jack, however, to piece together the clues and figure it out for us.

“He’s a WEIRDO, guys,” Jack butts in to explain, “keep this under your hats, okay, but the guy’s a little weird.”

September 27 – The Rolling Stones are at Ohio Stadium. My friend Miles attends this show, getting so drunk he tumbles down a number of seating rows and gives up drinking for months thereafter. Elsewhere in the crowd, Damon and Paul are also paying customers. Prior to the show, Paul openly scoffs at the fact that Mick and company based their decision on how many tickets to sell upon U2’s numbers here in May.

October 4 – Lisa and Maria attend a Buckeye football game at the Horseshoe.  Will wind up at the impound lot after to retrieve an illegally parked car. I had suggested to Lisa before the game that she should park near my house on Summit, which she refused, saying, “no, it’ll probably get towed!” Okay then. OSU does clobber Iowa 23-7, however. Go Bucks!

October 11 – Adrian Belew of King Crimson plays a free 7pm show at some arts festival in the Short North, near 4th Avenue and High. I only find out about it and attend by pure happenstance. My ex-girlfriend Heather and I were supposed to go out for the first time in almost two years, but then she calls at the last minute to cancel. “Life goes on,” I tell her before hanging up, then walk down to Flying Tomato alone for pizza. Am flipping through The Other Paper looking for something to do when I spot this offering.

The show transpires in an open plot of lawn between two buildings on the west side of High. A local guy I’ve not yet heard of, Harold “Happy” Chichester, is set to open. Later I will learn he was a member of Howlin’ Maggie, a modestly successful local band. Happy’s playing alone, just himself and a keyboard, and the first song is his highwater mark – it’s something called I’m A Slut, the chorus of which is stuck in my head forevermore after just this one listen. Years later I will bother to track down the album version, but really kind of prefer the performance I heard this evening, and am saddened that (as far as I know) no recordings exist.

I like some of this other stuff, but the stripped down arrangement here does grow a little boring after a while. He has a strong voice and can play the piano skillfully enough, yet there’s just not enough variety with this format to sustain a lengthy set. Fortunately, after a very short break, Belew drifts upon the scene.

After cutting his teeth a session musician and live performer with the likes of Frank Zappa, David Bowie, and the Talking Heads, Belew joined King Crimson in 1981. Tonight he mixes in familiar Crimson offerings such as Three Of A Perfect Pair and the newer One Time, with stuff from a side group called The Bears whom I’ve never heard. It’s just him on acoustic for the most part, although he does pipe in sound effects like birds chirping, rain, and trains barreling through the P.A. He also breaks out a steel guitar for exactly two songs. Explaining that, however cliched, his two greatest influences were McCartney and Lennon, he proceeds to cover a song from each – Blackbird and Across The Universe, respectively.

And yet despite all this, the highlight of the evening, or at least one of the highlights, might be when he stops playing midway through his set and allows the audience to shout out questions. This is about the closest I’ve ever stood to a household name musician, at least up to this point, and I can’t think of anything nor work up the nerve to ask anything myself.

Someone does ask Adrian about the weirdest thing Zappa ever made him do, and he says, “oh, wear a dress for a Halloween show in NYC.”

“Mothers are allowed to wear dresses!” another guy in the crowd shouts out, inducing a laugh from the audience and Belew himself.

“What about Bowie?” someone else questions, right on the heels of this inquiry.

Belew offers a wry grin and says, “I can’t tell you that, but it was part of the audition.”

He closes with another newer cut, Dinosaur, one of my favorites, before returning for a two song encore. After he leaves, in keeping with this whole art festival vibe, film footage of some sort is projected against the side of the nearest building, which I watch for a couple of minutes before splitting. Another highly regarded local band, Nude, is set to play later, and while interested in checking them out, I’ve already committed to another Superstar Rookie show later at the Northberg Tavern.

October 13 – It rains for the first time in forever, closing out a ten day stretch of unusually warm weather. Thanks to one of those El Nino storms off the coast of California, beginning on the 3rd, we’ve experienced near record highs ranging from the low 70s clear up to 86 degrees on the 5th.

October 15 – An independent film tour called Fuel rolls into the Drexel.

October 24-26 – The Real Witches’ Ball. Occupies two blocks in the Short North. Bands, authors, Middle Eastern dancers, workshops, readings, and, of course, a costume contest.

October 31 – Sarah McLachlan plays Veterans Memorial. My friend Paul takes a girl he’d once dated, Jennifer, in hopes of rekindling the flame. I’m not sure if he was successful but all parties report it a great show.

November 2 – Tonic is at the Newport, with Jeremy Toback opening.

November 7 – The Newport Music Hall hosts an event called Arts for the Cure.

November 8 – George Clinton & The P-Funk All Stars are at the Newport.

November 9 – Gov’t Mule play Ludlow’s.

November 11 – Big Head Todd & The Monsters are at the Newport, which would imply that some people are still into this band. Abra Moore opens.

November 12 – KMFDM hit the Newport, with Pig as their opening act.

November 13 – David Byrne takes the tiny stage of Alrosa Villa.

November 15 – Running back Pepe Pearson is player of the game as OSU annihilates Illinois, 41-6.

November 16 – Exactly 10 years to the minute after his firing as OSU football head coach, Earle Bruce calls Rick Bay, so they can reminisce about that awesome time.

Jars Of Clay play Veterans Memorial.

November 20 – Lords Of Acid perform at the Newport.

November 21 – Fabulous Johnson Brothers play the Newport, followed by John Mullins.

November 22 – The Newport hosts “A Tribute To SRV,” featuring the Frank Harrison Group.

November 25 – semi-religious grungemeisters Creed hit the Newport, with Cellophane opening.

December 5 – The Fabulous Thunderbirds are at the Newport.

December 9 – Quite the action packed night. Damon and I catch The Mark Wehrling Trio play a gig at Sugar Shack, then scoot across campus for amateur comedy night at Northberg Tavern.

December 17 – The Northberg is on a sudden, unexpected roll. This Swabby character sets up shop on Wednesdays and Thursdays out of nowhere, and becomes what is, to date, the most well-received bar musician I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure when the residency began, but this is my first taste of it. And actually this initial performance is only so-so, which makes me think he’d only just started his run at the Northberg. My coworkers were absolutely raving about the guy, but I didn’t see it on this particular outing. The next night I catch him again, however, and he’s blowing the doors off the place from this point onward. I actually witness more than one show where dudes are ripping ceiling tiles out and throwing them onto the ground. Girls flashing the singer (and anyone else fortunate enough to sit nearby) is pretty much de rigueur, audience singalongs nonstop all night.

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Blue About These Jackets

Nationwide Arena in downtown Columbus, Ohio

The colors sported by Columbus’ only major league sports team – well, unless you count the Crew, that is, which I guess we should – weren’t always union blue, goal red (must be a new crayon, as I’ve never heard of this shade) and silver. We did have a navy, lime and crimson phase for quite some time prior to that. And as originally drawn up, the decision makers having not yet stumbled upon any sort of neon green, these Blue Jackets were to actually feature yellow instead, believe it or not. A true Buckeye fan could then be heard howling about this a mile away from that first press release, not that they’d have to look very far to find a detractor: so okay, geniuses, what you’ve done is given them Michigan Wolverine outfits, with a tiny splash of red.

This would be but the first of many missteps bringing this franchise to life. I like the Blue Jackets name, it has grown on me and stands out in an era when it’s increasingly difficult to come up with new sports monikers. But though they are now claiming this was always officially tied in from the outset with a Civil War theme, this isn’t my recollection of how that came about at all. I remember newspaper articles where team officials were being asked point blank what a Blue Jacket was, anyway, and the best anyone could come up with was that maybe it had something to do with…labor unions…and Columbus being a blue collar town…and stuff like that…you know. I also don’t think it’s a coincidence that they launch with Stinger as a mascot, a bumblebee, so they can hedge their bets a little with the whole yellow jacket connection. And actually this is probably how yellow almost made it into the color scheme to begin with.

In reality, as sponsored by Wendy’s, the team held a franchise naming contest, and Blue Jackets was chosen as one of the finalists. I’m not aware it’s ever been publicly established who submitted that entry, and why. One of the local rags, either The Other Paper or Alive, conducted their own poll, during which the Mad Cows emerged as a fan favorite. I too thought this a pretty sweet idea, possibly even shortened to just the Cows, or not – Anaheim still went by the Mighty Ducks, so Mad Cows wasn’t too far out of line, and of course well into the early 2000s, a lot of people still referred to Columbus as Cow Town. But out of some 14,000 entries, a handful were chosen as finalists by more serious minded officials, and there was a period where these were bandied about, with endless conjecture as to which they would choose. If they decided among themselves that there was “definitely” a Civil War connection to the name, either before or after they made the announcement that they were running with Blue Jackets, then it sure seems like somebody would have been talking about this.

But no matter. More serious issues loomed ahead, and they’d already conquered so much just in getting approved for an NHL expansion squad. Though on the short list in late 1996 for possibly landing a team, and scheduling a referendum in May of ’97 to publicly finance a new stadium for this theoretical squad, league commissioner Gary Bettman visits Columbus and isn’t exactly convinced. Issue  No. 1, as it’s called, and its .5 percent sales tax hike, will apparently half to pass in order to seal this deal.

Lobbyists peddle this arena with a fervent belief that erecting such will land us a  franchise, enlisting mayor Greg Lashutka and even OSU president Gorden Gee to pander for support. But intent as our elected delegates are upon nabbing an NHL team, I get the feeling, whether shot down or passed, the whole charade is chiefly undergone to convince hockey officials we’re a major league city. That an adequate number of trash can lids are banged together, creating a large enough ruckus, that prominent local businessmen, that members of our executive and legislative branches sufficiently care. And thus the referendum was not absolutely essential per se.

Fig. A: Typical Jackets Crowd

Issue #1 fails anyway, which spares us the half percent sales tax hike. Neither I nor anyone else in my acquaintance can comment much more than halfheartedly, however, for while taxpayers all, none of us voted. And whatever the case, only a handful more than that care one way or the other. Call us irresponsible citizens, but the interest just isn’t there, a representative sampling, I’m sure, of the general malaise. Perhaps, assuming they considered public opinion at all, city officials equated our avoidance of the ballot box to granting them a free pass, as if shrugging our shoulders and saying, “eh, sure, do whatever.”

Within a few weeks of the referendum being shot down, Nationwide Insurance enters the breach. They and the Dispatch Media Group eventually announce a plan to partner in financing this new stadium. Four thousand hockey enthusiasts show up for a street party downtown, celebrating where construction will soon begin. Four thousand kind of sounds like a decent amount, except you have to consider that if they only drew this many in attendance per night, the team would be bankrupt in a year. And while, yes, a street party is not a hockey game, and therefore you can only infer so much, I am certain that a similar announcement in, say, Cleveland, would have created complete pandemonium in the streets. Or even anything related to Buckeye sports whatsoever. Yet as expected, the NHL confirms that they will now approve the Columbus franchise.

Fast forward about a dozen years. The Blue Jackets are complaining they are losing money under the current stadium deal, and seek to get out from under this burden. Mayor Michael Coleman is hinting around in the papers that the city might have to buy the stadium, and it is eventually acquired by the Franklin County Convention Facilities Authority. You could argue they made the steal of century as far as the purchase price is concerned – $42.5 million, where it cost about four times as much to build – but I can’t fathom high fiving them right now regarding that, as my blood is boiling when I read about the stadium’s tremendous tax breaks. Shortly after acquiring the arena, the convention authority was able to move from its existing tax abatement plan into the current one where they’re now paying no property taxes at all.

One other issue you run into when plopping a new franchise down is that folks don’t necessarily chuck aside their old favorites. The Red Wings and Penguins are popular teams to begin with, and all the more so in Columbus, which is situated only a few hours away from both. I had been a Detroit fan for years before Stinger and friends swarmed the scene, and the only thing their invasion accomplished on that front was for me to sort of wish they were somewhat successful…so long as they didn’t compromise any Red Wings triumphs. As such, the most exciting personnel development has been when they picked up Motor City legend Sergei Federov for a few years there. Otherwise, I will admit to being a Luke Richardson fan, mainly because the former team captain was a frequent shopper of the Wild Oats on Lane Avenue, where I worked. He had this look about him to where you expected he would be somewhat of a tool at first, but he was in fact a really nice guy.

Another Epic Blue Jackets Contest
Another Epic Blue Jackets Contest

As far as on the field play is concerned, they got out of the gates in that inaugural year of 2000 and posted a better record than anyone could have expected. However, they seemed to take a step backwards from there. The 2016-17 season marks their highwater mark to date, with a 3rd place finish and 50 wins, but so far they’ve never won their division, obviously, and they’ve only made the playoffs five times, only advanced past the first round twice. The 2019 playoff campaign is notable in that, despite a 5th place finish, they somehow managed to not only knock out defending champions Tampa Bay, but also swept them in the process – the first time this has happened in the opening round in NHL history.

But Erin and I did attend one game, one game so far in nineteen years of play, so I guess that means I’m not permitted to complain about any aspect of team or stadium conduct. This is what its proponents would claim, anyway. I’m not necessarily convinced. Our one game attended was pretty laughable – and actually, I can’t even recall who won – because it was pretty obvious that the miserable Columbus team and equally horrific Atlanta team were quite aware they both sucked, and figured they might as well start as many brawls as possible rather than worry about winning this stupid game. It’s an interesting concept. I wonder what might happen if they allowed a handful of vociferous locals to suit up with sticks, against those who’ve been responsible for this debacle through the ages, and set them loose on the ice.

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Village Bookshop

Former Village Bookshop of Linworth, Ohio

Anytime a treasured locally owned business goes under, I tend to feel like a jackass, as though not doing enough personally to help keep it afloat. So it is with the latest such closing, the Village Bookshop in Linworth, which had been my favorite bookstore in town from the late 90s onward.

During our last ever visit, in December of 2017, we have not a clue about its impending demise. The lady who owns it – manning the cash register herself – says she and her husband have had the place for 34 years. A former church, it’s been a bookstore since 1969, however, even if they did expand the scope quite a bit when purchasing the business in the early 1980s.  Keep in mind that this isn’t entirely a “used book store” as this phrase is commonly understood. Rather, they mostly offer books – where fresh releases or classics – that are in brand new condition, sold at a steep discount from the cover price. There’s plenty of room to move around in, the place is well organized, and it has a great atmosphere. Having said that, it does get a little overwhelming after a while and you almost always wind up leaving before even getting through everything, as their selection extends all the way up to a second floor.

Here are some snapshots of the visit. I don’t know how a couple of these turned out black and white, but it’s a cool accident:

Village Bookshop interior #1
Village Bookshop entrance Columbus Ohio
Village Bookshop sign Columbus Ohio
Village Bookshop side view Columbus Ohio

In their May 30, 2018 edition, The Columbus Dispatch first breaks the news that this treasured institution is closing. According to co-owner Gary Friedlinghaus as interviewed in this piece, local celeb Fritz The Nite Owl was featured in at least one early commercial for this bookstore. Friedlinghaus further laments the changing book scene as a whole, a point with which it’s just about impossible to disagree. A few hardy survivors soldier on, and there have even been recent openings around town, but it’s sad that this one was not able to weather the storm.

Anyway, sorry to see you go, old friend. I’m not sure what’s here now, but it couldn’t possibly be as cool. I feel like even God himself would rather have this bookstore here instead of another church.