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There’s a hit 1987 song by the band Was (Not Was) and the chorus goes a little like this: “Open the door/get on the floor/everybody walk the dinosaur.” I don’t think it’s worth trying to figure out what “walking the dinosaur” means, but it is certainly worth your while to check out Dinosaur Bar-B-Que in Harbor East.
Thanksgiving break is fast approaching. With many students leaving the Thursday or Friday before, this weekend is likely your best shot at doing a “Friendsgiving” before everyone scatters to the winds. Here, we give you some suggestions on how to build the perfect Friendsgiving based on your personal #squadgoals.
Even when I’m not too intimidated by Brody’s whitewashed walls to study there, I usually end up not even being able to because it’s always packed.
Halloween may be over, but if you still find yourself craving the scary, the mysterious or the downright sinister, you don’t have to go further than the Peabody Library to recapture that spooky feeling.
“What I most want to do on the weekend is grab some time with a book in bed,” Professor Sarah Harrison Smith said.
Baltimore is a haven for readers looking to discover bookstores apart from fiendish chain stores. Let’s start in Station North, currently one of the hubs of Baltimore’s art scene, as the neighborhood holds MICA, the Copy Cat Building, and the only alley in Baltimore where graffiti is legal.
What comes to mind when you hear Parts & Labor? A friend of mine thought it was a hardware store. Indeed the name Parts and Labor is not the most mouth-watering name.
Waffles. We all love them. When the waffle makers are out in the FFC, the sun shines a little brighter, or the stars do if it’s Late Night. They’re good savory. They’re good sweet. They’re for breakfast. They’re for dessert. What’s not to love?
It’s that happy time of year again: Leaves are turning colors, the air is growing crisp, everything is pumpkin spice flavored and you’re stuck in the library until well after dark. The calendar is filled with midterms, papers and presentations. And if you’re a senior, there’s a whole new level of stress brought on by job interviews and applications.
If you’re new to Hopkins, you’ve probably noticed that we don’t exactly have mountains anywhere nearby. Baltimore isn’t known as an outdoor mecca. But don’t fret: There are a multitude of great hiking spots in and around Baltimore. Look at a city map and you’ll see swaths of green spattered across good old Bmore and even more of it out on the edges. Just half an hour north of Homewood, Loch Raven Reservoir offers a perfect escape from the red brick and repetition of Charles Village.
Another weekend at Hopkins equals another Sunday full of work. I vowed to myself that I would actually leave the MSE Library several times this semester, so I chose none other than Red Emma’s Bookstore Coffeehouse, the epitome of hipster cafes, to explore. Located near The Windup Space (a place that I strongly recommend for a unique night of drinks and dancing), Red Emma’s is only a short walk from Penn Station. Nevertheless, it would not be a smart idea to walk in that area alone late in the evening.
The cronut has come to Baltimore. Or, at least, the doughssant has. A metaphorical and physical portmanteau of doughnut and croissant, the doughssant is a delicious hybrid between the two pastries. It has flaky, buttery, laminated dough like a croissant, but is fried like a doughnut. Sound amazing? It is, but you better be prepared to go to some lengths to get one.
Baltimore isn’t the first place anyone thinks of when they think of the outdoors, which in a way does make sense — after all, it is very definitely an urban environment.
It is a Sunday night and I should be at home doing homework. Instead, I am sitting in the back of my friend’s car, listening to her talk with her neighbor, wondering if the concert we are on the way to will be worth the loss of sleep I see coming my way like a freight train.