Cincinnati chili has one of the biggest disconnects between looks and taste in food. It looks like absolute trash. It’s a meal you would assume a hobo made from random dumpster dives. Sometimes they show a big plate of it during a national sports broadcast that’s in Cincinnati, and I’ve seen people leave the room because it literally makes them nauseous. But damn if it isn’t shockingly tasty, filling, and satisfying. Something about the cinnamon and beans, plus spaghetti underneath just clicks, and it’s rare to find someone who generally doesn’t like it when they give it a chance. It’s a weird food.