We recently took a short day-trip to Baltimore.
In addition to brunch, we explored some of the neighborhoods and made it to the Baltimore Eagle.
Brunch was at a place called Little Havana, which is right on the harbor. They had a bottomless mimosa special and even brought the mimosas out with ice (which is amazing.)
The food was good, although the amount of dogs on the patio was a little distracting. In particular, there was this dog that completely flipped out anytime it would see another animal. I’m surprised that its owner wasn’t kicked out.
After brunch we walked around the Federal Hill area and ended up at Das Bier Haus, a German bar and restaurant. They had a massive selection, and some amazing pretzels.
Visiting the Baltimore Eagle
Our last stop in Baltimore was the Eagle, which I kept hearing great things about.
Most major cities have bars called “The Eagle” — typically catering to masculine men / the leather community. The lack of common ownership means that Eagle bars vary drastically from city to city. For example, the Minneapolis Eagle was known for music videos, bingo, and a wild 3-4-1 special. The Dallas Eagle hosted a lot community events and had line dancing.
The D.C. Eagle is huge, but so far away from all of the other gay bars that most of our friends don’t go very frequently. I kept hearing that the Baltimore Eagle was one of the nicest Eagles in the country, so it was a “must see” for our trip.
It turns out that the Baltimore Eagle is a newly renovated bar with a gastropub menu, art gallery/store, patio, and performance space that hosts drag brunch. The neighborhood was a little sketchy, but rapidly gentrifying.
The Baltimore Eagle had an entire Oktoberfest special menu that the bouncer was very excited about — unfortunately it was completely sold out. The sliders were good however. Also, unlike the D.C. Eagle, it wasn’t weird having a girl with us. It’s nice when you can bring your entire group to a place without excluding anyone.
Baltimore reminded me a lot of Fort Worth.
Baltimore was pretty (from what we saw of it) but it’s quite a haul from Washington D.C. — it took about an hour to get there.
The distance reminds me of getting to Fort Worth from Dallas. Sure, Fort Worth had a few gay bars, the Stockyards, and some really pretty museums, but the distance from Dallas prevented us from visiting much. Plus, there was always so much going on in Dallas, that we would usually make the journey to Fort Worth for large events like Tarrant County Pride.
The Baltimore-D.C. distance is comparable, but maybe we’ll make more of an effort to explore the metro’s second city more.