7/12/2013
Alright, Maryland crab
time. Well, Obrycki’s recently closed, so that leaves Faidley’s as our only
option – winner of many “world’s best crab cakes” awards. Patricia said there’s
no sit-down area (patrons stand while they eat), so we decided with all the
kids in tow, it would probably be best to just drive by, let me run in, grab
the food, and move on. I read online from regular people that Faidley’s
reputation is well-deserved, but it is also located in, and I quote, “the
shadiest part of the shadiest neighborhood in the shadiest city in the world.”
Ok. I probably shouldn’t have told Laura that.
The street didn’t look too
bad, and Laura slowed down the van, I leaped out like a ninja, ran in and got
my cakes. I stood outside in the dissipating storm for a few minutes trying to
avoid eye contact with everyone. The van came back around and I escaped intact.
Mission accomplished. [Yeah, so first I locked the
car, and then I drove around and around the block until I saw him outside with
our food. Scary? Yes. I think I drove around the block twice, but
during that time I almost ran over two people who were wandering across the
roads for no reason and muttering to themselves, witnessed two disabled people
screaming at each other, and two other vehicles nearly colliding. This is not
where I wanted to die.]
We drove over to the Baltimore
Museum of Art – our next destination – and unceremoniously ate our crab cakes
in the lobby. As tradition demands, I even ate mine standing up.
Holy wow! They were good.
We haven’t had many crab cakes in our life, but these were undeniably amazing.
Well worth it.
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