Hop-on Clyde here. With just a bit of the Baltimore, for your enjoyment.
First I have to tell you a story, and it’s the saddest story in the whole wide world. Sadder than if I actually had fake glass legs filled with beer. We went to Baltimore the third weekend in July this year for Julie’s birthday. The Twins were in town at Camden Yards and the plan was to catch as many games as we could and squeeze some RF joints and sightseeing in around them.
I don’t know if you recall anything about the third weekend in July this year, but it was officially as hot as the surface of Mercury on the Eastern seaboard, and in particular in Baltimore. One day it was 110 degrees. Not with the heat index, that was the temperature. So about midway through the trip, I started to flag in a big way. Ended up sending Julie to the last game we had planned without me, staying in the hotel drinking Gatorade, and — here’s the sad part — never did eat a crab cake. I’m still majorly miffed about that one. So kids, here’s your lesson–get the thing you most wanted to have the minute you get off the plane. Life is friggin’ short. 🙂
Here’s what we did get to. First of all, at Camden Yards. I had gone over the previous Baltimore threads here and made notes and sent a missive to i95, who was most helpful. We landed around 5 on Thursday and made such good time getting to our hotel that we wandered on down to the ballpark Thursday night and were rewarded with free tickets by a wonderful lady who’d gotten them from her kids’ school. So the only thing that was universally agreed upon at Camden Yards was Boog’s Pit Beef. I don’t have a picture of it, because I hoovered that thing right on down in record time. That was the first thing we noshed, watching the game from the concession area on the entry level and trying to figure out where we were going to stab for sitting in a section other than the one on our tickets.
The other thing we discovered on Thursday night and tucked away for future reference (and mentioned by i95 in his unfortunate run-in with a fishcake) is that there is an Attman’s Deli in the exterior wall of the ballpark. Friday night we split a Reuben:
and an entirely new creature to us, the potato knish. I knew generally what a knish was but when I ordered it and the counterwoman said ‘what kind?’ I was thrown for a second. She very kindly (but quickly) explained in a perfect Baltimore accent and we got the potato kind:
Julie still talks about that knish. The Reuben was quite good, but I feel myself to be an inadequate evaluator of the Reuben. I still order a Rachel or a turkey Reuben or the cole slaw version about as often. I need the meat dressed up.
So for Camden Yards, those two seem to be your best bet. There was a stand selling crab cakes, but being as I was under the (mistaken) impression I was going to have good ones the next day, it didn’t happen. We had the usual ballpark fare–a lemonade here, some soft-serve there, a bag of peanuts. Thursday’s game was really exciting–this is the one where the Baltimore manager ended up getting ejected for yelling at an umpire over an out (which was really over an unfair safe earlier in the game for the Twins) and some 18 year old held the game up for about ten minutes after leaping over the outfield wall and dodging security in the outfield. I even booed the guy who stood in his way after he launched himself over the dugout and tried for a getaway.
Friday morning we made our way to Lexington Market to scout things out and buy some Berger cookies: