Last March, while visiting friends in the Tremont neighborhood of Cleveland, my friend casually remarked, under his breath, with a bit of scorn, "Oh, and there's the A Christmas Story house."
"Excuse me? Did you say the Christmas Story house?"
"Yeah," he replied, "people actually line up to go there."
"You mean, you can actually line up to go there? And see it?"
People have different priorities, I guess. But I knew my gift to myself (well, to my relationship) come December was determined, and last weekend I went. And it was incredible.
Couple that with some very freshly fallen snow, and a very, very good meal at a Michael Symon restaurant, and a Christmas day in Cleveland is about as festive as it gets.
Wanna see what it looks like? Good deal. Take a peak: