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St. Patrick’s Day has to be in my top three technically religious holidays, potentially top two if it’s February and I’m single. So I present to you my guide to getting the most out of my favorite green-tinted American Bacchanal this Saturday in Baltimore.
As a rule, I try not to encourage general audiences to hang out with a bunch of dead bodies. However, exceptions must be made. Initially, I felt bad about recommending the Green Mount Cemetery as a destination for friends to go to when they need to clear their minds and take a breather.
Going into my last semester at Hopkins, I’d like to think that I have the whole “dealing with visiting family members” issue down pat. My mother was in Baltimore for the weekend recently, and I had to take a step back and think about how far I’ve come.
I am a firm believer in the idea that a city is only as good as its weakest bar, and I’ve yet to find that bar in Baltimore. (But I assure you that I’ll keep trying. Located on the Fell’s Point edge of Canton, Myth & Moonshine is everything that a self-professed tavern ought to be: warm, full and loud.
At the risk of sounding too much like a knock off Ron Swanson, I am sincerely shocked that there are people out there who wouldn’t rather be eating breakfast foods. Indeed, in my opinion a city is only as good as its breakfast options, and we are lucky to live in a place with a plethora of them.
If you’re about to read this article while cozy in your bed in Nine East, these next few paragraphs might not really be for you.
After four semesters of living in the dorms, when I moved farther into Charles Village junior year it felt like the commute to get anywhere became roughly 45 minutes, barring traffic.
As another semester at Hopkins begins, it’s important to remember that there’s more to Baltimore culture than Eddie’s and CVP.
With finals nearly upon us, it can be hard to remember to take time to do things that we enjoy. While the Hopkins work ethic of spending three days straight on A-level and talking about how stressed you are may seem seductive, giving your brain a break actually boosts your ability to meaningfully take in information. At least, it prevents you from going all Nicholson in The Shining.
If you’ve been around campus in the late morning to midafternoon, the chances are you’ve seen tour guides enthusiastically telling potential Hopkins students that one of the greatest virtues of Baltimore is how easy it is to leave.
While daylight saving time may have granted us an extra hour in our sleep schedules, there’s little to be done about the dwindling number of daylight hours here in Baltimore.
If you are at all into the arts scene in Baltimore, or if you’ve ever spoken to a film major here, you’ve probably heard about the Parkway Theatre.
If you’re an avid “Your Weekend” reader (here’s looking at you, Dad) you may have noticed a certain Fell’s Point based bakery cropping up with an alarming frequency. Yes, that’s right: It’s time to talk about my doughy little secret.
I’ve always been a farmer’s market type of person, or at least I’ve always wanted to be a farmer’s market type of person. It’s important to have goals.
Despite the fact that temperatures are once again approaching the mid-80s, fall has come to Baltimore, date-wise. That means your Instagram feed will soon be totally flooded with photos of acquaintances enjoying the weather in warm color palettes.
I’ve never claimed to be a beacon of good taste, but I like to think that I know a good Indian place when I eat at one.
I’ve been on a little bit of a museum kick lately.
Coming into Hopkins, the only things I really knew about Baltimore were that it had a pretty nice Hard Rock and that it was where Zac Efron lived in Hairspray.
The school year is just starting to rev up, which means it’s time for a few of my favorite things: fresh stationery, taking notes for the first 30 minutes of class and Hampdenfest.
Especially for those of us who stayed on campus during spring break, this time of year tends to feel a little monotonous; You can only look out the windows of Brody for so long before you go a little stir crazy.
Perhaps the most important part of any city, for me, is its walkability. Growing up in a town with absolutely nothing to do, walking for the sake of walking was legitimately an activity, and some of my fondest memories are talks with friends on aimless walks.