Wherein I Leave the House on a Weekend
April 17, 2005
This being the first time I’ve ever lived in a city with a major league sports team, I don’t know much about the logistics of how this all works. I am learning.
Today, I learned what a “weekend series” is. Baseball fans, try not to roll your eyes for a moment while I explain this to all the homos and girly-girls out there—a weekend series is when your local baseball team PLAYS BASEBALL CONSTANTLY. That is to say, there’s a game on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It’s cool. I like the crowds, because it gives me the feeling that sometimes, people really do want to visit the city I’ve chosen as my home. I like the energy that accompanies it. And while I haven’t actually gone to an Orioles game yet, I like the fact that we’re winning. That’s something anyone can appreciate.
Unfortunately, when you live in Ridgely’s Delight, it basically means that if you’re not going to the game, you really shouldn’t bother trying to go anywhere. Traffic is flowing, slowly but unceasingly, toward and away from Camden Yards in sync with the activities at Oriole Park. To try to drive in the opposite direction is like swimming against a whitewater current. So trying to leave my apartment while everyone else is driving toward me is pretty much futile.
So, instead of doing all the sightseeing and orienting I’d planned for today, I just rode the Metro for a little while to see what it was like (sad), heard a fire and brimstone sermon on the corner of Lexington & Eutaw (frightening; p.s. I’m going to Hell), ate a $14 crab cake at Faidley’s (more or less worth it), then found Fells Point because someone told me it’s beautiful (it is). All in all, I guess the only difference was that it got my fat ass walking around the city, instead of driving in my car. So while part of me really wants to bitch about the traffic and the crowds, I guess it all worked out in the end.
Now I swear I won’t post again for now. Three times in a day is admittedly a bit much, but I feel like I gotta make up for all the time I’m at my real job now.
A $14 crab cake? Dude, G & M.
G & M.
fool, what is G&M? The Faidley’s cake is worth the extra cabbage.
Hmm, well I’m certainly intrigued and open to suggestion on the crab cakes, particularly if there’s a good one going for less than Faidley’s. My problem with Faidley’s—it’s not the lack of chairs, or even the sketchy inhabitants of the nearby neighborhood—it’s the crappy side dishes. The crab cakes are mighty fine, but I’m a big boy and one cake doesn’t do it for me. And one is all I can afford.
I’m guessing G&M, Baltimore Magazine’s pick for best crab cake, is what City Paper was referring to in BoB 2004 when they said:
Admittedly, G&M is not around the corner. Well, it isn’t too far from downtown Baltimore. But they have some pretty damn good crabcakes as well as other dishes. Problems is… you will wait three hours to get seated so I suggest you carry out. Can’t go wrong there.
Dammit… now I am hungry for crab cake.
By the way Matt, welcome to Baltimore. :)
Thanks fool! $14 crab cakes notwithstanding, I’m enjoying myself so far. G&M must be the fuckin’ shit if anybody is willing to stand around for three hours to get a table.
For $20 at G&M you get two monster crabcakes and two sides. You can get a monster crabcake sandwich with fries at the carryout (which is connected to the restaurant) for $10. Whenever I have guests visiting I take them to G&M, its location notwithstanding. One person I know has even begun to have to G&M crabcakes shipped to him because he loved them so much.
Well damn, I’m sold. And if it isn’t that far from downtown Baltimore, I may as well take advantage of what I’m paying out the ass for in rent—proximity.
See, I told you! You should never doubt a fool.