The 2015 version:
William Adam Pratt.
Not the Adobe guru/web guy. I’m the beer guy.
Father @ Harper.
Husband @ Stephanie.
Beer guy @ MadTree Brewing Co.
Dog & Cat dad @ Cooper & Ollie & Baxter.
Buffalo – Pittsford – Denison University – Pleasant Ridge – Clintonville.
The 2008 version:
Mr. Pratt’s love affair with food began one evening in college when the woman that would become his wife sat him down at her kitchen table, presented a plate of delicious food that he had absolutely no interest in, and she very delicately told him that he would never see her bed if he didn’t finish that plate of food. The gesture was nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize, but was beat out by something to do with warring tribes in Burundi.
Mr. Pratt has had many positions over the years, including sitting or standing when not lying down. He loves the restaurant business, but loathes most restaurant owners. He aspires to have his own restaurant one day. Mr. Pratt subscribes to the philosophy that the best way to understand a people or a culture is through their food. He believes fiercely in using local ingredients when available. He is jealous of Mason Bradbury’s ability to farm in a self-sustaining fashion in remote places like Guatemala and Chillicothe.
Cincinnati is his culinary home, but he is a citizen of the world. Mr. Pratt thanks the cities of New York, Toronto, Chicago, Firenze & San Francisco for broadening his gastronomic horizons. All things considered, though, he’d just as soon be found devouring three slices & two dozen wings from Pontillo’s.
The city of Buffalo had a profound impact on Mr. Pratt’s palate, especially the notion that cole slaw is a vegetable. A game of “Last Meal” will reveal that his choice will be a Schwabl’s Roast Beef Special Plate on Kummelweck with German potato salad, cole slaw, beets, dill pickles & a draught Iroquois Birch Beer, all while watching a Buffalo Sabres game against the Philadelphia Flyers Cheaters. Buffalo will demolish them and the Phlyers will skate dejectedly off the ice, heads down, while 18,670 Sabres fans berate them from the stands.
His wife is his partner in crime and his best source of counsel. Baxter the cat is an asshole with no sense of humor and a terrible snobbery when it comes to art & food. Cooper the Little Black Dog is a faithful companion who Mr. Pratt once almost killed with his bare hands. They have since reconciled and can usually be found at the dog park or sleeping in late and fighting over the covers. They all reside in the Pleasant Ridge neighborhood of Cincinnati, a short walk to 3 bars, Everybody’s Records, 3 restaurants, a budding coffeehouse, a UDF ice cream shop & the soon-to-be World Famous Pleasant Ridge Chili Parlor. Try the cheese-gravy fries & a three-way and tell them Adam sent you.
adam ate the city. 