Introduction
This
is not an attempt to award the "best of" or to write reviews to sell products.
Our work here
concerns itself with long term preservation and the documentation which
will make
that preservation possible. These pages do not attempt to sell anything.
They
simply exist
to recognize, document, and preserve local heritage. We will not
provide
prices or
market goods or services for anyone. We will, however, facilitate the recognition
of these places
by the community and city at large so that their preservation might be
supported.
It is simply
absurd that while the city gives thousands and thousands of dollars as
tax
breaks to
plastic, expensive and out of scale new structures the small places
must go out
of business
because they can not make a profit or, pay some of their bills or
because their staff and
owners become
victims of age and illness and can no longer continue.. Surely the
providers
of Baltimore's charm and cultural well being should come first
when city support is handed out. We
hope
to help via documentation and recognition, to get these businesses into
the front of the
line when they need help. We can turn this blight around!
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Documentation
What makes a place a "Place"?
Sometimes it is a recipe.
We should then document the food item(s) that are unique and special.
We should provide images of them and an analysis
of what it is about them which is meaningful.
We should provide recipes where available with
permission of course (perhaps these could be conveyed to be put in our
vaults as trade secrets until they are needed to restore and re-construct.).
In any case we need to tell people what "charm"
looks like on the plate!
Sometimes it is atmosphere.
We will need to know specifically what it is. Some places have lots
of stuff sitting around but it still doesn't
make it as atmosphere. You know what I mean - lots
of bottles on shelves- tankards, mugs antiques.....
It would be atmosphere if you could only reach
up and use one but they are often glued down
or under the watchful eye of staff armed no doubt,
with shotguns.... We should have photos of the
aspects of atmosphere considered important. Things that are real.
What is food for your eyes which serves as appetizer for the food on the
plate?
Sometimes its the staff.
The "patter" of human voices playing upon each other. Perhaps
a joke
or line of wit or a story. We can post them here-
maybe even a sound file! Maybe it is just that
human touch. The way the expression "hon"
occurs
naturally with the proper inflection rather
than being forced or studied.What book
would you bring to read there? What story would you tell there?
Take your tape recorders with you.
Should it be "antiquity"?
Should we require a test of time- if so what is the age suggested?
For the National Register of Historic Places
it is I believe 50 years. Should we go for less or
more? I could use your input here. Maybe the
recipes need to be old- or the personnel. In
any case a test of time might be useful. We won't
shy away from obtaining a history of the
place in its many transformations if need be
and we can post it here.
I would like to provide minimally:
A locational map, A view from the street, An interior view and
an image of the most significant aspect.(or two).
I will provide hours of operation and hours
for specific services. I will also include a
history and any recipes provided. A phone number
will be included.....anything else?
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You may send me photos, your own personal studies and observations to
provide the information described above at the following ordinary snail
mail address:
Conrad Bladey
PO Box 268
Linthicum, Md. 21090
USA
If you let me know in advance you can send me scanned in images
via e.mail attachment.
Yes I will be willing to go out with you on a research mission-
just plan in advance. I will
not accept any free food or services from any business.
While I will accept MAIL I will not accept any FEE-MAIL
(that is Bills) You must pay
your own way. We must strive to be as fundless as possible . Donations
of course sent anon. to the address above will not be returned nor
will they be recognized or even associated with the sender.
Checks should be made out to my daughter:
Margaret Christiana Bladey whose college money I am eating
and drinking up in this venture!
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Places
Thus Far
Please excuse any splinters or rough edges we
are still sanding and constructing!
But dont mind our mess go in in!
The list was submitted by one Daniel
Rodricks (Baltimore Sun/Channel 2) click
here
to read column (soon to be posted?).
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The descriptions are however, my own! ©Conrad Bladey 1998
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I have also made musical selections please play them as you begin
to read a selection!
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Suggested stories are provided in outline- that leaves you to fill
in and create!
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I told Mr. Rodricks that I would make a pilgrimage to these places.
I mark those I have visited already with an X at the end of their entry.
This list has not been tested against any set of guidelines so you
should let me know what you
think of Dan's suggestions and and of course... of my observations!
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These are not all endangered places.
Bengies and the Woman's Industrial exchange are
endangered P L E A S E! Please ! Please!
Please!
Visit them at once and do it frequently!
I submit this list as reflective of the essence of Baltimore
Charm- They are the "must experience"
list.
I wish to convey the atmosphere of each place.
We must consider it as important as the food-food for the mind and the
soul!
Eventually we shall have photos.
I would also like to suggest reading material that sums up the atmosphere.
What novel would you read in the place? What story would you tell? What
music does the place conjure up? Any suggestions- perhaps a
favorite quote as well?
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I have indicated with a b those places which offer beer.
I believe it should be up to the
individual establishment to determine for their own reasons
whether or not to offer beer
for sale. However, if the establishment is not able to
offer beer for sale with fine food
due to the expense of regulations or the denial of the
community of the freedom to provide
patrons with customary beverages then this is an unnecessary
limitation of rights which
we should work to eliminate. Perhaps fine establishments
who can not afford the permits
required should obtain city funding or tax breaks so
that they might be able to do so. It would
make far more sense to keep beer in these establishments
than to subsidize a major hotel
chain to create drinking establishments elsewhere.
Please let me know of your observations. A b+ indicates a
wide selection. I am also particularly concerned with
the state of Bread in America today. There
is more to a sandwich than its stuffing. If you present
a jewish corned beef sandwich, for example
it should be on excellent jewish rye bread with a crispy
crust a firm but not dry crumb,
and available in seeded, without seeds, onion
and German.
Places maintaining good ethnic Bread traditions are marked
by a # sign.
Bread out of plastic bags
just does not do- it needs to be out of an oven!
Dizzy Izzys (Now The Diz)
(410) 235-0171
Location
300 W 30TH ST, Baltimore
Bar, Restaurant, Baltimore, Remmington. Absolutely the best! Great home
cooked food and personality.
Dotson's
Glen Burnie: (carry
out) ribs, chicken barbecue (b across street in pm)
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Address: 7317 East Furnace Branch Road
Glen Burnie, Md. 21060
Phone: 410-768-2784
Across the road fire blazes
hot
The suburb fades
The metal roof steams
Primeval smoke permeates
the mind
The country calls out with
ribs, collards, mince, chicken
Barbecue for the ballpark-
bonemeat for the child
At home the hands are warm
blood red, sticky, licked clean
The smoke- the flavor speaks
of home and lasts.
The druidic flavor of the holy oak
Works its enchantment upon the mind.
The blood of the tomato sacrifice spurs the home team-
On to victory!
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Chick and Ruth's
b
(note this is not in Baltimore submission error but we will let it
stay for a while!)
Web page clickit here
Annapolis- deli sandwich
Address: 136 Main St.
Annapolis Md.
21401
Phone: 410-269-6737
Having a patriotically good
day? Maybe a politician did something you approve of -or maybe
just did something? You
got your tax refund back and it was more than you thought you
would be getting? Maybe
you have just retired from the government or public life. If you are having
a good politics day well then Chick and Ruth's is the place for you.
You can begin the morning with a pause for the pledge- call for the times.
There is a flag front and center.
You can order sandwiches
named after your favorite politico. Around you the walls reflect the faces
of the famed and those of the infamous as well. The Maryland State Seal
'tis a virtual whose who of Maryland politics as well as some media magicians.
On the other hand if you
are having a bad politics day, well then friend, please stay away!
I mean Annapolis is bad
enough with politicos and their extremely trendy well sunglassed
and suited aids and employees
wandering squeekycleanily about the place discussing
judges and politicos....poor
sea gulls cant be fed because they might have a bodily function!
Its so clean even the winos
wear bow ties-and the shops! And...well.... talk about plastic! The tourist
shops are everywhere and you can hear the vacuums going in all of them
sucking out the bills from customer's wallets! Then there is
the traffic! All this combined with a bad
politics day followed by
encounters with Annapolis merchants would not be good preparation
for Chick And Ruths .You would probably find yourself
maybe not so unintentionally spilling mustard on the politician in
the next booth,or, maybe, that whole cream pie you ordered was not just
for you.....so stay away till you have recovered!
But still,... even on a bad
politics day it is a good place to take the test. I do this periodically
myself-What test you ask? Just the test to see if I am still
in control. I have always been lucky! You really must bring a suitable
witness like wife, parent or co worker-especially one who has
periodically heard you rant and rave concerning the ultimate fate and or
prescribed torture for the politico who just happens to be just walking
into the deli headed to the next booth! One such test for me involved
meeting a former governor while walking near the harbor in Baltimore. All
others in our group walked up for a photo with the Gov. but my wife kept
her eyes on me watching me intently......another opportunity.....but...another
governor does not get pushed in the harbor! I am in control! Shucks!
I passed the test
again!
When am I ever going to
let go and enjoy my freedoms of self expression!
Well at Chick and Ruths not
only are politicos all over the walls -they are in all of the
booths.
On the way down the isle
- Hi governor, I senator, How's the money Louis.....
They are all there old and
new young freshmen and old retired dinosaurs. Planning a career in politics?
Well then, stop in and visit with them from booth to booth! A virtual
think tank of Maryland political mind cells! I wonder how many bills
get passed through Chick and Ruths before they hit the state house up the
block!
The place is very relaxing
and an ultimate deli. Excellent dill pickles on all tables. A huge
menu all 24 hours even the breakfasts! You can even stay there above the
place in the bed and breakfast! A very concerned management-out personally
chatting to customers booth to booth the entire time! But the
real amazing aspect is the tin ceiling. Beautiful, ornate silver and with
the flag quite patriotic. A good sandwich, well, good for Maryland standards
that is....real thin cut steak and
cheese but the bread.....well
I handed the management a card for a real bread bakery. With such good
meat filling the sandwich/sub really suffered of limp bread. I know Marylanders
have soft gums which would be lacerated. Stop getting your bread
out of plastic bags guys!. As a real good bread maker told me it
was a $6.00 sandwich on 3 cent bread! (can't we have an option at least-
white, rye, wheat, plastic or REAL?)
So If you want to do your
politically correct duty on a good politics day brave the traffic of Annapolis
and walk past all of the plastic tourist shops to real America. Order the
sandwich named after your favorite politico! Or maybe order half of a George
Bush and half of a Bill Clinton and let them go at it in your stomach!
I could easily imagine being in the mid west !I knew though that I had
left Baltimore for Annapolis- the soft soundlands of Anne Arundel. Not
a word of Greek!
You can really forget about
the outside world entirely. But remember-the meter and those quarters!
Annapolis is trying to collect all of the world's quarters! Not a free
space in town. Come early or else you will have to send a runner in to
place your order as your cruise around the circles.
And if you'r not having
a good politics day???? - I can't think of anything better place for...
"Food fight anyone....?"
Or maybe you can try to demonstrate that you are really more
in control than you or they think! If so please remind your dining partner
to bring in the bag with the straight jacket! ...just in case!
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Attmans
b
Baltimore- corned beef
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Address: 1019 East Lombard St.
Baltimore Md.21202
Phone: 410-563-2666 Fax: 410-563-0222
Where on chalkboard walls
one might look forwarding addresses
for war waked urban, vanished
businesses
Projects loom and even the
museum..... is closed
A brave team rushes into
action to save the corned beef sandwich
from the extinction
to which its own rye bread has already gone- along with the Yiddish-It's-
Mamma.
All of the treasures of
Israel laid out for the asking in grand spendour: salads, olives, halva
and lachs...
Politicians beam out their
schmaltz from the walls-
Elbow to elbow the hustle
of conversation of business of home of
the old times. The chickens
in the old images not yet plucked
the streightforward,manly
pickles await their liberation.
But is that woman
marked up as meat really s t i l l Kosher.
I hear the boxcar on its
way---best eat before my ticket is issued.
I fear we have already entered the showers....
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X
Suburban House
The best, absolutely the best Kosher Diner in Baltimore....Great Matzaball soup.
1700 Reisterstown Road Pikesville, MD 21208
Weis no
beer
Baltimore- corned beef
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Address: 1127 East Lombard Street
Baltimore, MD 21202
Phone:
(410) 276-7910
The grand meat falls anarexically
paper thin upon the limp rye and requests an audience
I unkosher it by choice
with a piece of swiss, it sighs relief ---now it can be itself----free
from claim!
And good, too cooked
tender upon the cafeteria front line
I enter the cavernous hall
pausing to read of history of when rye still must have had crust
Upon the far wall Hebrew
and Yiddish maybe Polish are spoken in the faces
Now only the remains
of Baltimorish resound.
Not many Hons more common here are the correct and suited Maams the
ring of peasant coin jewelry now replaced by that of the cell phone..
No one has today the shoes
for the streets of the 30s and 40s- nor any of the Bhrog!
But the talk is lively and
comfortable. Of home, of the kids. A relaxing escape with space
Stretch out and go back
for a large cookie. Was there talk of an implosion?
And is it true what they
say that even Nipper has left the museum for another city bone?
Now what did you have there
says the Jewish Grandma scrutinizing every lettuce
leaf for a trace of an unrecorded
option. None found I tip myself with the change!
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Story:
Book:
X
Martick's #
b
Now closed so this is a memorial:
Baltimore- French / Ultimate in
Atmosphere!
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Address: Martick's Restaurant Francais
214 West Mulberry Street (knock hard on
door ring bell & be Patient!)
Baltimore, MD 21201
Phone: (410)
752-5155
Hours: Lunch: Tues.-Fri. 11:30-2:00 Dinner: Tues.-Sat.
5:00-11:00
I did not feel the heart
attack at all- not a pang. I simply arrived at the Blue and White herringbone
/chevron door and knocked. No hall of bright light nor clouds, but, a comfortable
church pew in the front row! Above was a black lacquered coffered tin ceiling.
And all along as I knew it was to be ----the high altar of the supreme
being: the huge rustily defunct espresso maker adorned with the leavings
of pilgrims-sympatheticly crushed metal vases, pictures,flowers,
more...I hear in my mind's cafe the words of Brecht and Weill from Happy
End- "seele gerettet" (soul rescued) As I move down the steps Weill's calliope
like cord progressions resound between my ears......
Sometimes doorways open
to sideways worlds which provide the ultimate relief. All senses fed and
nourished and massaged. Aromatic foods wonderful lights,the bricks of ages
Here I would plot with the deity the re-birth of Baltimore. We would plug
the future's draining vortex just after plastic scraped as a ring from
the tub walls of the world passed the trap. St Pauli girl and me walk through
the rich corriander,ginger and fennel flavored mists-timeless- beyond the
Ho and Yo of the streets and the rants of Louis and his omnipresent little
plastic covered pies. Be gone microwavery, I am God- the Great Good Dagda
and I will be your waiter....and even Shorty will take off his hat and
dig in to succulent sacrifices of lamb fresh veg and spice. I can not simply
return! I will soon be there to dwell!- Thursdays I think-upon
this other shore St. Pauli Girl and I shall sip the ginger soup as in our
minds we hear Lotte Lenya sing -"the schoenste auf die ganze continent"
(the most beautiful one the entire continent!) and... all is well sir,
even, yes even, within the ruins of our world. Postman Forward my Mail!....hold
the fee-mail (bills!). Splendid, outstanding, excellent, words fail......The
bodies fallen, killed for the treasury's deserts have been quickly removed!
I shall stand between anyone and the last slice of the German Chocolate
Cake!
Wanted: One independently
wealthy food/waitstaff worker for whom to sit at the
right hand of the father within- the spleandor of his kingdom to serve
as its own
reward- (really) help wanted- fortune lacking- rewards priceless!
Contact the management- 410-752-5155
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X
Hausners b
Regrettably Hausners is no more. The family that
owned the place called it quits and cashed in on the artwork. A sad day it was
too. when the doors closed for the last time. Baltimore still is without a good
German place.
Baltimore- Atmosphere
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Address: 3242 Eastern Ave
Baltimore Md. 21224
Phone: 410-327-8365
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Yes indeed its grand to see
you all again! Roman Emperors, and you too! white skinned marble
woman- all but totally revealed
beneath her thinly chiseled robes. We settle in with the Moors...
the battles.... the horsemen.
The place is wild with artistic journeys. Men on horseback- still
lives being still. A Valhalla
of art. We can only visit you here these days. Gone you all are
from the walls of the homes
of our friends -if ever you were there at all. Dispersed with the
treasures of the family
living room when the ancestors departed. But here you are -the maiden
on the wall tosses me a
kiss while the other one in the corner steals one from another man!
But the maid continues to
pour out that wine-yes she remembered I will take the red please
Danke Sehr! Bitte whines
the drunk on the far wall-one for him too- the maiden fills his tankard.
Good thing too the house is well supplied as those Roman Emperors
do like their drink. Well daughter how do you like these fine folk? "What
is a knudle?" she asks-and it comes a snowball in rich gravy her extra
terrestrial treat from the planet of Germany-till now so far away. Grand
food -one of everything! Will she eat it? ----You bet she will! Those Roman
emperors don't mess around with children who don't eat! And neither
do the bronze hunters I add. As the dumpling disappears I wonder?.... will
the white maiden come home with me this time?
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Book:
X
Matthew's
Baltimore Eastern Ave.
Pizza
Web page-
http://www.matthewspizza.com/ Music: click
here
Address:
Matthew's Pizzaria
3131
Eastern Avenue
Baltimore,
MD 21224
Phone:
(410)
276-8755
Link to Map: click
here
We ascend from the East from
the avenue into Virgil's clouds.
An Itallic urn with fresh
flowers- vases with more decorate an altar to the Renaissance.
We pause to worship Michalangelo
before we walk reverently toward the grand image
of the Major Domo and founder
in his heavy ornate gold frame---his forehead speaks the
truth of quality. His guardianship
from the lighted recess permeates the room and speaks
of quality of unadulterated
freshness. The Renaissance is in control. The ship Itallia laid out deck
by
deck awaits us to return
to the pizza of the Italian Gods. Photos of Italy carry us away
Not the pizza of any crude
hut this...it is worthy of only of the best of the piazzas of Venice
as it arrives I enter a
room fronting the Grand Canal. I read the paper and crave a shelf
full of books- the tensions
of the day lifted-- the mind of the literati calls out. I raise my glass
to the barrel and press
its tap. I toast Italy! But hey!! What is this! It is but sugar water-I
descend
with a thud ---my God! We
are in America! The Chianti, Valpolichella all trimmed off the
main ---tossed overboard
so that the ship can sail to greatness---can't have a nation of
drinkers now can we?
Never mind it was after all most grand and wonderful while
it lasted and I can wait till I get home for the trace elements.
And maybe next time I will call ahead to see if I can
bring it in.
I did and you can bring in wine! I purchase a jug of Piasano--my love you
will travel
everywhere with me in the large cooler in the truck bed trace elements
for the body and mind!
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Women's Industrial Exchange
This place was able to save itself but now two restaurant re-makes later the
place is terrible. Whoever got rid of the old style uniforms and traditional
menu seems to have sold out to speculation and money without regard to the fine
traditions of Baltimore.
Web Page:
http://www.womansindustrialexchange.org/
Baltimore (Charles St.) Chicken salad
/Atmosphere! Historic! Wonderful!
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Address: Woman's Industrial Exchange
333 North Charles Street
Baltimore, MD 21201
Phone:
(410) 685-4388
Its 8:00 on a wet spring
water drip soaked foggy morning
Thoughts of earthworms dancing
under layers of wood mulch free aha! The songs they must hear...
Now....Cut short by
the work-a-day deadline.
I escort my wife into the
truck bound for establishment defense to save our nation.
The new cd of the Whisky
Priests, workin class lads from Northumbria in Britain plays:
Into the smoky morning
And I'm trudging down
the line
Past the dirty tanky e ngine
Going to the mine
Rows of pit folk's houses
Like regiments in time
Taste the gritty
skylight
When you're going to the
mine- (Going to the Mine, Whisky Priests, Think Positive, 1998.)
She is dropped off for the
defense but I the suburban half the mister mom am bound for
the trenches heads down
in the muck still waiting for the call "over the top" and our liberation.
Pat Buchannan....
Nahhhhhhhh Newt? Nahhhhhhhhh.....I
answer my e. Mail carefully explaining for the 100th time to an Irish gentleman
in Japan about Cromwell:
"And after having tortured
her to a pain she could not stand
Down through the streets
of Portadown they dragged her to the Bann
O'Shane appointed as her
guard to guide her on her way
And the thought of five
young children was leading her astray"
I explained how in
1641 had it not been for Catholic atrocities there would have been no Cromwell!
"At least the hundred faithful
souls in Portadown were slain
All were the deeds of Popery
their wicked words to gain
But god sent down brave
Cromwell our Deliverer to be
And he put down Popery in
this land us Protestants set free" -(Portadown)
E. Mail sent I reflect....a
few hundred tossed naked into the river to their deaths....you know that's
nothing in Baltimore
of the tri- century murder rate- will it reach 365 this year again?
The police and the newspapers seem
more concerned about playing the numbers than hot pursuit- now that's
only three centuries or more found
bodies
in a city surrounded by deep water and no shortage of cobble stones and
burlap sacks. No wonder the
blues lick their lips down in the polluted muck of the bay.
This Just In records
the daily torture of children in
a city now run by African Americans and Irish...their chance is come.....but....even
their humanity keeps their rise to the occasion limited-who
would have thought! .Crime, Urban Blight, murder, torture....Physteria
are the bombs
that fly over our trenches. Bullets flying in post offices, Agricultural
Agent offices, schoolyards.... Is my daughter learning in her expensive
parochial school where the priests loose
track of readings at first communions, the hymns are canceled, where the
only silence in the service is for the family photo ritual,where in 4 years
of education in a region filled to the brim with struggling cultural institutions
the school and the
girl scouts have only managed to take in bowling and Disney, where my free
lectures on the saints Bright and Patrick
are refused and all that counts is fund raisers and money, my daughter's
hair again a mess as she struggles with
mom who pulls the hairs from her head, Yes... that's my new electric
hedge trimmer now left out in the rain
for
several days, long haired dachshunds roam the trenches with me covered
in the white mud of the test kitchen,
the
200 dollar kitchen maid mixer falling off the table spewing them with yet
unbaked crusty rye, the mixer almost broken
is bent back into shape as I tackle the bills, barely health care paid
oral surgery bills taunt me, I reflect
on
the famine of culture.
As In Ireland here in Linthicum
in the trenches there is good food but alas the perfectbread of the
nearby European bakery is exported from our culture starved lands-bound
for Columbia, Severna Park, Ruxton maybe Sparks- and the tables of the
elite. We scratch at the store shelves only to harvest weak and soft,limp
crusts.... Designer beers from two neighborhood breweries is priced out
of the range of our economy shattered budgets- we must in the beer revolution
drink the swill of Bud Lite and Coors....even our Natty Boh (that one eyed
son of a....). gone forever- the brewery ruins now in triage.
Briget dachshund lass,
pride of my joy a stor mo cree, has just severed the handles
of my favorite canvas bag, and is working half way through her nylon leash
my mind runs to the streets of last summer -the visitation of a Belfast
night as my art car went up in flames....I contemplate the future, I worry
of education, of crime, of bills, of a local culture detaching itself from
the West, of the death of reciprocity-how many free dinners have I given
that guy? And not a crumb in return....Thank you notes things of
the dim past. Of never seeing the interiors of neighbors houses
or even exchanging a word over close to two decades my mind
begins to boggle.....I know! They are all spies....as in the village of
the "Prisoner" I am not a number I am not even a free peasant let alone
a free man....peasants eat and drink well!.......but then...... I remember.....
through the fog of battle that I had been granted-
A day pass.
I was to be evacuated for
health reasons: shards of tooth from botched dental work coming through
my gums....I worked my way down the trench to the waiting light rail train
past puppy marked papers the crater of my daughters room and, stacked dishes
at breakfast, stacked fee-mail-bills, trashed junked male,
dazed I boarded Schafer bahn rail line lite-I collapse.....my nervous hand
hovering above that all important yellow strip that signaled the driver
to stop.
I pressed the tape at Lexington
market......
I walked uneasy through
the teeming masses, past scent oils, dodging weaving men waving bag bottles
wondering about
well dressed men and
of their small round plastic covered pies. The city had survived the
war but barely. It was
still mostly empty ruins managed by robber barons. It saw new construction--tributes
exacted in the form of high rise hotels convention centers
of the professional elite and sports arenas whose cost to the fan was measured
in gold bars or lifetime credit card debt and not the old the antiquated...
dollars and cents.
. I walked carefully to
my destination urea vapors from alley ways, litter in gutters always wary
of danger-watching for the carving knife to appear, mapping
on fellow peasants in the crowd.
---- At last I made it up
Saratoga, down Charles
Finally!! A friendly
doorway. Amazingly its door still in place!
The Woman's Industrial
exchange.
Tranquillity, the
world outside shut out.
White walls with pastel
paintings in a classical style almost as cave art extending re-assuring
connection with
the culture of the West. Wonderful hand made clothing -no machines no tags
from foreign lands. I was
guided to a table by a beautiful
engraved fireplace by a matronlike helper.
I was made welcome my rehabilitation
commenced immediately.
My concentration turned
to the menu.
Yes! The robber barons had
not yet reached this place. I filled myself with hand made salad, soup,
coffee and
had change -lots of change
from the $20.00 bill.
My recovery surged ahead.
Restored! I felt like the evacuated war crazed
vet in all those world war
movies who meets his love in the rehabilitation hospital while he
mends his body
before going again to the
front.
Cured and ready once again
to face the spring offensive of the trenches once again I paid my check
and thanked all for their help and patience.
But then I read a sad mournful
notice:
Damsel in distress.
The words of Kurt Weil's Happy End are heard in my mind: seele in not
(soul in danger)
What!! My refuge and Cure
no more!
Tears welled in my
eyes as I looked up at here for what might be the last time. The robber
barons were closing in - The third column. They needed the money and there
was none! They needed it for their all consuming plastic high rise hotels
and their money sucking stadiums..... I thought of panic of desertion of
flight. But then my mind turned to the movies.
What would that hero have
done? Wiping the tears from my eyes I looked up at the damsel the
patriotic speech of all finales filled my lungs.
No! dear matron!
I shall not retreat, not until all of our culture, our country our churches
our schools and our streets are reclaimed- I shall fight the battle
and win it for you for all for the children we shall deny the blue crabs
their bodies we shall climb the highest mountains we shall make our
culture of the West of Greece And Rome of pizzerias and bread
and souvlaki proud! .(powerful stuff that chicken salad!) .
The maiden was in tears of joy as filled with the promise of liberation.
The gray skies turned to blue and white. A soft breeze blew....
I gave the lady a final
wave-I pressed her hand one last time in mine and headed for
the train the last frame of the movie pans across the train front in large
letters the sign read
CROMWELL!
Dear readers there is more
to life that McDonalds. Hop aboard the Schaefer Bahn Light rail and go
visit this damsel in distress. We need her haven, her kind
reassurance, her cure for our ills. Your patronage can make a difference.
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Story:
Book:
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Yellow Bowl
# b
Baltimore (Greenmount Ave.)
Fried Chicken/Ribs and more....
Music:
click here
Address: Yellow Bowl Restaurant
1234 Greenmount Avenue
Baltimore, MD 21202
Phone:
(410) 685-2932
Link to Map: click
here
It was a walk past the prison
--quite a loud place . So past the intake center
up through urban blight
with the smells I knew from my youth in urban
archeology in London- plastery
damp dank air of abandonment with a
hint of mold - the archeological
record in the throes of creation.
Then from behind the metal
grill on a still inhabited
corner came a rich and more
lively aroma.
It was 1970 when I last
smelled it---on the back of a yellow school bus
in the country suburbs of
suburban Montgomery Alabama in the days of
the Governor. When.... pulling
up with screeching breaks at houses with
license plates for roofs
and an ever changing set of children waiting
to board ---turkeys took
flight from the dusty road the bus suddenly
was transformed from white
suburbia into the smell of freshly fried
chicken and the screaming
voice of a scratchy James brown conveyed from a battery
powered 45 player.
The chicken would never
wait till lunchtime that schmaltz filled the
air and provided a much
needed boost for the days schoolwork for our
downtrodden friends
Anyhow.....
The big whiteman strode
into the Yellow bowl and ordered some of that
fried chicken. A chicken
breast pressed between two slices of white
bread. Excellent!
I felt cured of my long hot day. I ordered a beer and encountered a
phrase which was quite fitting
but which I had not used so was confused. I was in ethnia
without a phrasebook!
I took a can but what I wanted was a large long necked one in
the wide mouth glass bottle!
I declined the paper bag for the beer-I was not
ashamed to be a drinking
man! I then sat in the dining room
contemplating the banner
proclaiming the oldest black owned Restaurant in
Baltimore.I wondered however,
all the while, if the neighborhood would
defy the archeological process
long enough for me to make my way to
the car.
Someday I would like to
go with a few friends to tell tales at the
Yellow Bowl (-bring
on the ribs and corn bread!) ---tales of the
South of
the farms, marching bands,
and Indian mounds--fried chicken and sugar cane--
the kind we used to tell
outside the general store in West Virginia sipping long neck
buds after a day of digging
holes in the ground.Yup I should have
gotten that big beer. That
chicken has roots in the heartland -the crispy skin
of America's marble bag!
And I didn't even have time for the ribs or the corn bread.
So.... back across
the highway the neighborhood still teetering on the edge
of the archeological record
which will, in the name of fried chicken, be held
back a while longer! ---I
hope!
Story:
Book:
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The Doghouse
Baltimore (Fallsway)
Meatloaf Sandwich -a Landmark since
at least the 50s
Music:
click here
Address:617 Fallsway
Baltimore,Md. 21202
Phone: 410-685-7269
Link to Map click
here
A parking place! My kingdom
for a parking place!
There's one no- its only
a 30 minute meter- and I had food to find.
Better luck on the second
try. But the meter must eat first- good thing I had quarters.
(I will next time take the
light rail and walk from center street. A good walk would stir up the
lipids in the blood to make
room for more!) The Doghouse sits just over the Jones falls
expressway which divides
the Baltimore Sun Buildings from the prison on the other side.
An old prison visited
by Dickens himself I believe. Ah! Yes! prisons ---the home of many
a good writer from time
to time! Perhaps that is why the Sun is so close! Anyway...
my initial reaction to the
stark modern look of the Doghouse was a bit shaky. Did I have
the right place? Well
let's see--meatloaf sandwich---yup! at the top of the menu---must
get one! The head director
in charge made it personally. Are you drinking? Yes I said
usually -but what.....well
I had to settle for Coffee. No beer! The sacrifices you have
to
make in order to live in
America! Can't go tainting the news by selling beer to cub reporters
now can we? Anyway
I got the sandwich with its huge slab of meatloaf. Its aromatic spices
and sheer bulk rooted my
feet into the floor as I braced against the stand up counter.
This was a sandwich you
had to lean into from a standing position. It needs only a slice
of fresh onion. Let the
spices pour out unhampered and course through your system.
Looking around I saw that
this was the place of the ultimate in working lunches. No relaxation
here. Standing up like prize
fighters lunching workers proposed and counter proposed between
large manly bites of sandwich
each powered by the energy of the knowledge of the imminent
nature of the other's dead
lion. The conversation speed round like a sparking locomotive
on the Christmas garden
track-no lions died and all returned to the workplaces . The business of
America is Meatloaf--assembled not accumulated as the Doghouse proclaims!
I also found a good
large cup of excellent coffee and large exceedingly hot fries which seemed
to stay
hot until the next dead
lion approached! Do lions actually die or is that just a newspaper
escape clause? Well get off of your dead lion and go for the meatloaf!
A good place to confront the business day head on!
Story:
Book:
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Samos
#+ b (across the street you can bring in)
Baltimore (Oldham St.)
Greek
Web Page:
http://www.samosrestaurant.com/
Music: Click
Here
Address:Samos Restaurant
600 Oldham Street
Baltimore, MD 21224
Phone: (410) 675-5292
In a small corner within fields of Baltimore Marble steps surrounded
by
the nourishment of the culture of Greece is the small Baltimore Agean
island
of Samos. Its walls are windows upon Greece its windows graceful with
curtains provide glimpses of dark coffee houses and treasure chest
groceries
of Greek delights. Hard Real bread, Minoan Easter Cookies, Feta cheese....
Sticks of succulent lamb launch your mind into greek dance. The moussaka
a meal
in itself draws upon your senses aromatic your thoughts travel to the
tavernas
of Athens and the souvlaki bars of Heracleon Crete where
stacks of souvlaki
sticks are measured in feet and beer in liters. I feel at home
in my peasant garb.
Wines tempt me from the shelf. Comfortable quiet corners
to dine with your
muse over the best pita in the world -round fresh magic carpets covered
in magic
sauce and fresh veg. I run across the street to the bar for an armload
of beer bottles.
The muse is thirsty! Ambrosia can not wait! If only Zorba and his English
writer
friend were here----or is it them at the table on the side. "Quick"
Zorba says " we
must hurry the lamb! it will burn!" The muse agrees and
we dig in. Nick the
chef and owner brings fresh souvlaki succulent, aromatic the
muse delights!
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Story:
Book:
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Ikaros b
#
Baltimore(Eastern Ave/Greektown)
Greek
Web Page:
http://www.ikarosrestaurant.com/ (This is one great web page)
Music: Click
here
Address:
Phone :410-633-3750
(closed Tuesdays- more later...)
Upon a busy street with all
the bustle of Baltimore's Athens between bakeries
and gift shops, coffee shops.
Blue and white Greek flags flutter in the breeze.
Posters remembering the
Greek Revolution portray men with guns fighting for
freedom. The police confer
concerning teetering high citizens, beckoning
women, and the pure
fruit and nuts of the city---their decision ----to pick up lunch
instead and let the city
wobble along. At Ikaros one finds the formal qualities of
a family table in the countryside
in the ancient paneled room. Friendly, but the
old crow like women in black
look down on you from the walls where Grecian
windmills play. One feels
the weight of tradition and the sense of the duty of
hospitality which is the
essence of Greek culture. A place to learn of greek foods.
Bulging grape leaves, feta
salad, lamb- cooked and served properly with style
of a Greek patriarch. One
is hear to engage in eating -from course to course
ending in pools of honey
surrounding filo layers and crushed nuts. Your partner's
conversation is obscured
by aromas -how could business be done in the presence
of such food. It speaks
to you -of centuries of preparation, secret sauces and spices. You
view your friend through
golden glasses of retsina and you astonish him by turning
the water of Ouzo into the
milk of life! To the devil with the business deals- do
you know how to make this
food? Can you knot the stems of the ouzo soaked
cherries with your tongue?
The feathers of our wings loosen as we fly ever closer
to the gastronomic sun of
Greece. Never to mind as the Greek/Turkish coffees
tell us that we shall dance
through the night sleepless enough to remember it
all and maybe to creep at
midnight into our own kitchen to recreate the edible
songs of the day.
Story:
Book:
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Sip and Bite
b (#- french bread on request maybe said staff.... otherwise
ordinary soft bread for
sandwich)
Baltimore (Boston St.)
Chicken Pot Pie Wednesday
night
Never closes
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Phone: 410-675-7077
Address: 2200 Boston St.
Baltimore
21231
I blow in on the cool misty
drizzle of a harbor morning
I land at sea still upon
a floating dock depot next a land locked Ocean liner.
The dock the old aluminum
carry out box folded into Deco shapes
Punctuated by welcoming
soft neon signs.
A warm cozy booth beckons
A patter of Greek from the
kitchen announces quality
The friendly waitresses
of the morning have replaced the
Rose clutching bored tipsy
maidens of the late night and their yet
again drink night hungry
mates----who called plays still... over the drowsy
heads of their companions.
Here in their berths they had docked anchored
at last to good food. The
still undesignated wives saving their complaints for
later years, had strangely,
kindly,and, forgivingly spirited them away.
I feel to be in the depot
of wondrous rants at the edge of both
harbor and town for those
trains I am now too late- I shrug -not enough money
for the retsina on the menu--a
grand wine list it is indeed- I toast them all
none-the-less fervently
with a glorious and cerebral 10:30 AM
budweizer washed down with
a cheese stake sub as the diner
finale's of late night ago,
long, city rants pass before my mind.
As my friend's thick ham
slices dissapear he says: "nice place"
-I say: "nice home" -nice
warm midnight depot of the blazing
urban rant. Now where in
my suburban family bound world
can I board that train again---that
illusive rosé express of the night that
liberator of the mind-stiffiner
of bodies. I have however still, found the station
- a worthy goal as from
its waters edge I see once again
the sparks of the
past. I remember those many dances in alcoholic
slippers upon the urban
landscapes of the world.
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Story:
Book:
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Jimmy's
Sadly this place still exists but is only a pale reminder of its former self.
Prices have gone up and they refuse to sell pitchers of beer! What an insult!
And an inconvenience for those wishing to linger for several hours without
bothering the wait staff which has better things to do.
Baltimore (Fells Point)
Address: Jimmy's Restaurant
801 South Broadway
Baltimore, MD 21231
Phone: (410) 327-3273
From discussions with locals I hear this place was once special
amongst former state politicos.
I would love to know more but could not find it there -now in its place
was a rather ordinary
fast food grill -exceedingly well lit but in possession of beer
taps and pitchers. I always feel
sweaty watching waitresses in tennis shirts and shorts--- and
not for the right reasons-
too teamlike and athletic. The place looks quite new-almost plastic.
If you could stick quarry tile on it well they did it! A good place
take a non drinker for a lunch meeting as it is not a bar or pub
yet you can get a cold beer. Maybe there is a secret which I have
not received! If so please share it! It obviously was not the cheese
steak sub which was rather meatless and had a slithery limp roll! With
early lunchtime time in Fells Point someting special and a treasure there
are simply too many
places to go to sample the olde style atmosphere before the lunch and
evening hours
bring infernal crazyness. So I lost an hour! For the 10-1145
time slot try John Stephens
where a conetmplation over a beer with a paper and classical music
is a sure cure for
most malladys! But If you know the secret of Jimmy's please share
it and I will return!
Link to Map:
click here
Music:there is none !
Story:
Book:
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Bertha's b+
#
Baltimore(Fells Point) Mussels
Music: Click
Here for Music! (the tune of Elsie Marley song excerpts
below!)
Web page: http://www.berthas.com/
Address: Bertha's Dining Room
734 South Broadway
Baltimore, MD 21231
Phone:
(410) 327-5795
"Di' ye ken Elsie Marley, hinny
The wife that sells the barley, hinny
She lost her pocket and all her money
A-back o' the bush in the garden, hinny" -(Elsie Marley)
If I were looking for Elsie Marley I would probably
stop in at Berthas. There she'd be sittin in the corner with the
keelman and the pittman who as they say "drink bumble made from gin!"
-(Byker Hill)
Well I don't know 'bout that though. You see she had lost her money
and
without money is no state to be in when you arrive at the dock of Bertha's.
But there are days and nights (and sometimes I find, whole months...)
when the world's wrath
must be treated with the cure of reckless abandonment and fiscal irresponsibility.
Once I could sit back with a
National Boh -the only fluid priced so that you could have more than
one from the students thin billfold- now tho the billfold be thicker
it buys only the foamy head of the proper dosage-Jaesus when are they going
to fix the health care system!
Some do say that life is more- than beer and they might be right.
"Ask not pearls from those mussels but ask only that there be mussels and
a comfortable place to eat them!". And it is a well-worn-in shoe of a place,
that Bertha's.
"Elsie Marley's grown so fine
She won't get up to serve the swine
But lies in bed till eight or nine
And surely she does take her time." (Elsie Marley)
Cant lay about and enjoy Bertha's, though. The entire neighborhood
casts off its seaside London feel at about 11:49 and becomes
quite
the zoo and unless you are lookin for monkeys well then..... Its also
not the good olde zoo of the port. You won't find ordinary guys
off the ships or off work from the factory or local bakery. It's
herds
of whatever convention is in town- one time it was firemen looking
for
beer transfusions, mostly it's college, of the stogie and earring-
"cropped headders".
Like Columbus searching for the Indies-products of the Maryland educational
system that they are- they dock in Fells Point plant their dockers
on the quay And proclaim the place "Georgetown". They next
light up their cigars pull wads of green from
oversized pants pockets shout: "Where can I get rid of all of
this
pesky green paper!" -the publicans of Fells point are ready for them.
But I digress....
Where was I- Yes! Board the water taxi at the Industrial Museum on the
highway over near Locust Point (park and call the taxi from the phone across
from the museum!). A good trick is to bring along a tape player with headphones
and listen to Handel's water music! ...the taxi turns to a barge of gilt
teak, your child hand feeds you fresh grapes as your wife activates the
fan!...
Get to Fells Point (AKA London sans Air fare) at 9:00A.M.
(just be sure to put the curly wig back in the bag) -some days you
can catch breakfast with Berthas or elsewhere....wander around till the
taps open and get your meditation and drinking accomplished. By the way
you will need one pocket for the quarters to feed the meter (that is if
you arrive like a peasant) and the other full of $20's for the beer.
"Elsie Marley is so neat
It's hard for one to walk the street
But every lad and lass they meet
Cries "Di' ye ken Elsie Marley, henny?" -(Elsie Marley)
To tell you the truth and for the most part apart from the few
remaining locals you find early in the bars the most interesting
folk are those you find pan handling along the cobbles of Fells Point.
At Bertha's the best crowd is an exception to the rule when it arrives
for Jazz once a week. A good place to bring your child for the real
music- its good and the atmosphere amazing. Nothing like a good jazz band
to drown out the sucking sound of the vacuum on your wallet!
I pause in the midsection of the bar....I look up to the musical instruments
hung from the ceiling and then out the door at the misty
evening and the harbor. My mind turns in the jazz note of the band
to
the Southlands, to New Orleans and the mighty river. The mind sits
down
upon the cotton bale but then, as I look toward the bar the contrast
grinds the gears in my cultural transmission as the cotton bale becomes
a large hard lump of hard coal of coaly Tyneside-Elsie Marley's
inquirin 'bout a fag! I exchange a handful of bills for a fresh tapped
newcastle broon as Elsie strikes up a Swan and lights the stub
of a cigarette.....
"The farmers as they cum that way
They drink with Elsie every day
And call the fiddler for to play
The tune of Elsie Marley, hinny."(Elsie Marley)
Well don't know about you, but as a Peasant and Farmer I can scarce
afford to drink with Elsie at Berthas very often. And you know despite
the well pulled and handcrafted beers and the fineness of the well
designed port of call, where I would truly love to spend my days, there
are no fiddles playing the music of the Coaly Tyne or even of softer
London. The beers of the peasants have been found but they are no longer
to quench a peasant's thirst. They are reserved for the moneyed aspirated
bankers and the investors. And that will be the failure and ultimate cause
for the end of the Craft Beer/Real Ale movement. There are no pork
pies on this bar- but- for a while and while the money lasts tis...lovely
for the mind.The cultural transmission finally shifts gears, the
crest of the hill, of the night, is reached but... I can't find Elsie?
Not again! Was it the pc pure speech vigilantes or the anti smoking
lynch mob that's got her this time!
God! I am getting tired of those last minute rides through the
gallows crowd to cut her free! But wait....whats this....The band
is playin
that olde tune again...
I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She was lyin' on a long white table,
So sweet, so cool, so fair.
Went up to see the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
Phew....close one....not as bad as I thought. Back off guys.....
I work my way through to the marble slab by the bar....she's not
dead!!!.... I tip a little of the broon from my glass into her mouth
as her face contracts as a fresh conch hit with vinegar.
.....just out of money!
Quick Elsie we must be gannin...I see the fright-the anti-pan handler
specter in the eyes of the crowd.....She struggles up cringing at the maddened
crowd we slowly move to the door....But then...Elsie lets out a blood curdling
scream as I too realize the plight which might have been....To the bathrooms
!!she shrieked. For if there is one place for which the juice of the honey
waggon, the highly touted organic staff of life represents sheer Armageddon
it is Fells Point! And we had left home without our empty milk jugs once
again! Well drained financially and
urinarily we bid the wondrous haven adieu!
"Now that's the end of my story
"Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I've got the St. Fells Point Pc, Inflationary, dog gone,
in-side out-house B l u e s! " (adap.t of
St.James Infirmary)
But, we will share the 1/2 pint of Irish Whisky with the
pan handler along the block as his stories, certified
Seinfeld free give hope to humanity...
Did I mention that Bertha's mussels are wonderful! Indeed they
are that! Very good cooking is done in that thar kitchen. From
time to time my mother in law comes into town.....you know she
never forgets that credit card and we dine as kings and royalty....
And I ask of the waiter kind sir do you have any of those Eat
Berthas Mussels bumper stickers. He replies: "sure they are over
there help yourself!" and then in front of the high altar of marketing
wonders I do, and do and do!
"Keep your feet still Geordie Hennie
Let's be happy through the day
For we can not be so happy through the night!"
(adapt.Keep your Feet Still Geordie Hinny)
Remember- get outta Fells point before high noon or risk turning
into plastic!-and that would not be environmentally sound!
(hey folks there isn't anything wrong with Fells Point that a little
decline in profit taking
or perhaps a little city investment in the customers-let's call it
a beer enterprise zone grant, as commonly extended to wealthy hotel speculators
would not cure!)
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City Markets
b (most bread is soft crust but there are some exceptions)
All municipal markets are open Monday through Thursday 7:00 AM to 6:00
PM; Friday and
Saturday from 6:00 AM to 6:00 PM. Closed Sunday. For more Information
Click
here!
A good web page:
http://www.baltimoremd.com/arabber/baltmars.html The Cross Street Market is located at 1065 S. Charles Street
in the heart of Federal Hill.
Hollins Street Market, located 26 S. Arlington Street in the
heart of Union Square historic
District. The Market is closed on Monday.
Broadway Market is located at 1640 Aliceanna Street in the heart
of Fells Point.
Belair Market is located at 4760 North Gay street next to Old
Town Mall.
Northeast Market located at 2101 East Monument Street located
north of Patterson Park.
Lafayette Market located at the corner of Pennsylvania Avenue
and Lafayette Street in the
heart of Sandtown Winchester.
Lexington Market (a privately run market) is located at Lexington
and Howard streets in the
heart of our Market Center. Hours of operation
are 8:30AM to 6:00PM, Monday through
Saturday.
Farmers Markets: Two wonderful farmers markets in the
heart of the city = great reason to get out of bed early on the weekends.....
Web Page:
http://www.bop.org/index.cfm?page=events&id=3
Baltimore Farmers Market (Sunday Mornings)
Holliday and Saratoga streets
Baltimore [ MAP]
Downtown: Saratoga Street between Holliday and Gay Streets (under JFX Viaduct)
Sunday: 8:00 a.m. to Noon (or sell out) May 4 2008 - December 23
Contact: Carole Simon 410-752-8632 The second one is in Waverly
Web page:
http://www.32ndstreetmarket.org/
Bengies
endangered
Chase Drive In Theater
Web page: http://www.bengies.com/ Address: 3417 Eastern Blvd.
Chase Md. 21220
(near Martin St. Airport)
Link to Map: click
here
Phone: Be sure to call for
house rules!
Features and show times:410-687-5627
In depth info: 410-686-4698
Box office: (twilight only) 410-686-4598
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