Fell’s Point Wicked History Pub Tour
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Fell’s Point Wicked History Pub Tour
This past Saturday, I decided to try out a restaurant known as Dick’s Last Resort. If you haven’t heard of it before, it’s a humorous restaurant chain where the staff is rude to you on purpose. I had been wanting to pay it a visit for a while, and I heard that they have a location in the Inner Harbor.
I found out about the Madonnari Arts Festival in a pretty unusual way. I was just trolling around online looking for gay stuff happening in Baltimore to include in LGBTQ Life’s weekly email. I’m not sure why Madonnari, an annual street art festival in Little Italy, was listed on an LGBTQ calendar, but it piqued my interest.
There’s an epidemic at Hopkins, and, no, it’s not the freshman plague. It’s something even deadlier. You might wonder, given our proximity to a prestigious medical school, why this illness remains so rampant. Well, my friend, this sickness is one that even a highly qualified doctor can’t fix.
Would any of us particularly care about Baltimore were we not Hopkins students? Despite recent promotion as a fun, exciting destination, our city has yet to appeal to the masses like Los Angeles or New York. And if you had previously visited Baltimore, it probably wasn’t to our neighborhood. For those who are tourists, the main draw of Baltimore is the Inner Harbor.
As a new member of the Blue Jay nest, it is important for you and your new friends to spread your wings and fly beyond Homewood Campus.
While the Fresh Food Cafe (FFC) will probably be the place you go to most often for food, and the Baltimore Museum of Art (BMA) the place you go to most often when you need to feel like you’re doing something cultured, there are plenty of hidden treasures in Baltimore — if one only dares to pop the bubble.
Hey You, Come Back! May Reading, The Crown, 8 p.m.
I’ve written just over 30 articles about Baltimore for the Your Weekend section in the past couple years, and as my senior year winds down to a close (But does anything at Hopkins really “wind down” as opposed to screeching to an academically exhausting halt?) I’ve thought a lot about what this last one should be like.
Baltimore has nothing to offer me.
Blackness, Manhood and Masculinity in the Visual Arts, Eubie Blake National Jazz Institute and Cultural Center, 6 p.m. – 8:30 p.m.
One of the most underrated aspects of Charm City is the art scene here.
If you know anything about me, it’s that I love eating out. I’ll make money primarily to fund my reckless dining habits because the Baltimore food scene is both my greatest joy when it comes to my stomach and greatest downfall when it comes to my wallet.
Mezcal Tasting, Remington Wine Company, 7 p.m.
According to all usual conventions, it’s spring now.
Recently, when chatting about The News-Letter with a pal, they made reference to a particular feature of Your Weekend, one that I hadn’t and wouldn’t have noticed otherwise.
When asked to write a column about my weekend, my first thought was that I had little to nothing to write about. My dreams of endless excitement during Senior Spring have largely devolved into evenings spent eating ice cream and watching National Geographic with friends.
As we look forward to a high of 80 degrees this Friday, I can finally say that the springtime I’ve been preaching as just around the corner for the last 40 articles is actually here.