| A real treat for someone who grew up in Cincinnati in the 60's and 70's. In those days, Covington and Newport really were festering and wide-open, at least by reputation. Most of the big restaurants in the area (which were called "supper clubs") were thoroughly mobbed-up and burned to the ground one-by-one when their owners suddenly ran into cash-flow problems and decided to cash in on the insurance money.
The only one that wasn't torched was The Beverly Hills, which was the biggest and most famous of the lot; it burned down because of the sub-standard wiring used in its' construction--right before Memorial Day in 1977. Over 100 people died in the fire. Newport/Covington is a lot more yuppie these days, with the old warehouses on the river turned into cutsey restaurants and theaters and such, and subdivisions full of McMansions and Mega-Churches (because no one who lives in a bloated house will attend a church that seats less than a thousand). Cincinnati is in something of a decline at the moment, and certainly the downtown isn't what it was (the old Shillitoe's department store was made into an apartment building, of all things); but the art museum and the Krohn Conservatory and symphony are still very good--the city has some life left in it. And those beautiful suspension bridges still carry you from one side of the river to the other.