Some ass at Deadspin has had the presumption to describe Cincinnati chili as "the worst regional foodstuff in America or anywhere else." We can only deplore an impoverished palate unable to appreciate the finest of fast foods, and partly on odd and illegitimate grounds.
The writer thinks the less of Cincinnati chili because it is spread over spaghetti noodles, and because it was invented in the 1920s by Greeks who had the temerity to call it "chili." This is a misguided sense of authenticity.
When I worked at The Cincinnati Enquirer in the 1980s, I dined at Skyline Chili on average once a week, and always on the sublime five-way: chili with beans over spaghetti with cheddar cheese and raw onions. I crave it to this day. (My first wife thought, "They put something in it to make you crave it.")
My first managing editor, Jim Schottelkotte, said of Cincinnati chili what General Lee said of war: "It is well that it is so terrible; otherwise we should grow too fond of it." And I have published a recipe from my first news editor, the late Bob Johnson. You can try it youself to expose the nay-sayers.
You owe it to yourself to form your own opinion, rather than take a fool's babbling as gospel.