|I am no "bro."|
|Here, we're dangerously close to LARP territory, but I am okay with that.|
(original photo by Joe Medolo...who is amazing)
|Contrary to popular belief, this is not Plastik Patrik.|
The decor itself was eye-catching and the staff were nice, although our waiter's poor enunciation made me feel like I was listening to the Dresden Dolls' Amanda Palmer singing the menu.
|Toys, mannequins, and in a few seconds...a creepy Crash Daily|
|Not texting. Reading a menu...okay, texting.|
It was here where we were introduced to the delicacies of bacon milkshakes and crab macaroni and cheese. "Baltimore has, bar-none, been one of the best cities for food," Johnny Deep said. "No meal was disappointing." I am inclined to agree. Of course, all meals are better with crass conversation, razzing each other over our home leagues, and Crash Daily appearing from behind a clown mannequin making a face that will follow me in my nightmares for years to come.
We ended the night sated, ready to engage in the last day of derby before heading home.