I've Had The Song "Tarzan Boy" In My Head All Day...

After a precarious start (aka... 4am wakeup call; 5am rental car ignition start; 6am customs clearance, 7:30 boarding; 8am deplaning; 10am eventual take off on Dash 8 #2...) landed in Baltimore and will be here much of the week.

So when one of the group suggested crab - ie, when in Rome blah blah blah, we all said giddyap and he went off to make a reservation. He came back all pumped because the restaurant offered to send a car over to get us. Even though it was only about a 15 minute walk, and it was brisk but sunny out.

Then we remembered, Oh Yeah. It's downtown Baltimore. Where those things just aren't done.

Up pulls a stretch white limo. Sheena gulped. Realizing odds were good that she was going to get stuck with the tab tonight.

Dinner was lovely - the food, the decor, the charming hostess who gave us an architectural history lecture on how the premises was saved and reconstructed from bits and pieces of machines shops and warehouses from the fairly recent gentrification of the waterfront.

Paper thin tuna tartare... manhattan seafood chowder... a perfect Mackintosh apple stuffed with roasted beets... interesting appetizers all around.

I had the crab cakes as main. As Frommer says "giant lump crab held together with little more than a prayer and not even a hint of Old Bay". It was pure crab. No filler. Side of grilled tomato and asparagus on the side. The waiter, unfortunately, has something very long and pointy stuck up his ass and clearly was not of the persuasion to be enjoying it. He rolled his eyes when we didn't order four courses each and fawn over the wine list (it was a long day.. gimme a break).