Cincinnati Imports Happy Hour:

Liz and Jeff

David dropped me off at the Cincinnati Imports happy hour at the Oakley Pub and Grill and I was unprepared for how packed it was. I took a few pictures. Also, there's a CinWeekly photo gallery...can you find the Nomerati?

I looked at the packed bar and decided first things first. I ordered a tall Blue Moon and opened a tab. I then made my way over to the corner where the name tags were.

There I found Liz, who I recognized immediately, and Avani. I got my name tag while Liz pointed out the other bloggers there. The first I talked to was Allison, writer of Chickpeas, please, who I talked to for quite awhile and really enjoyed meeting.

Ashish and Allison

I met so many interesting and awesome people throughout the night, bloggers and imports and non imports. I thought it was a very successful event—congratulations Liz, Avani and Lauren! We talked about Cincinnati and our jobs, where we were from, restaurants, food, movies and cats. I was glad for the name tags, I’m horrible with names.

On to the 2nd Blue Moon—and I saw another familiar face! Jeff of a Dork and His Pork strolled in and we had a great conversation about seasoned pans, how he should have his own cooking show,Dark City, and pork belly. Yum….pork belly.

I saw Kate, of Kate’s random musings and 5chw4r7z and Ms. 5chw4r7z. I met the fabulous Food Hussy, and told 5chw4r7z about the wonders of an automatic litterbox and how I’m wary of twitter. I met members of the Cincinnati Supper club, an interesting idea that I’m going to have to check out.

I talked to Liz for a little while. Get in mah belly was the first Cincinnati food blog that David and I read; I really enjoyed meeting her and telling her how helpful and fun her posts are. I met the writer of Clark Street Blog.

I felt a little like a stalker because if you’re on my blog roll, I read your posts. I know what you did last week. I know what restaurant you didn’t like and if you got a new kitten.

Jeff, Kate, Brian, Bob

I then saw another import who I didn’t know would be attending—our next door neighbor, Chris! He’s from the UK and we’ve been out with him a few times (we drug him to the Pub Rookwood). We’ve also run into him at Teller’s.

I declined another Blue Moon—I was getting pretty chatty and easily distracted, which is usually a good time to call it quits. I still needed to have dinner. David came and picked me up and I told him all the way home about what a great time I had and all the people that I met. Next time I’m dragging him out with me to meet all the fantastic people that I talked with last night. I think I can bribe him with sushi…..