Committed To Baltimore
I live and work in Baltimore City and send our four children to Baltimore City Public Schools. I am a cheerleader for the City, an unofficial self appointed ambassador. I still love going to Orioles games even in this climate. When we eat out, I prefer restaurants in the City. If there is a retail location in both the county and the City, I try to spend money in the City. We support the arts in the City and our kids play in City sports leagues. I join the PTAs and I vote in every election. I am doing my part. And so are so many of you. But as a City, what are we doing?
Not a Blog about Baltimore’s National Narrative
This blog has nothing to do with Baltimore’s high crime, bad public transportation system, racial injustices, failing schools, our lack of a Police Commissioner, and also now a Public Health Commissioner. Though I am reminding readers that the first week of school, my son’s high school, one of about 70 City schools, closed early for four consecutive days because there is inadequate air conditioning. At this rate, with the lack of political action, we should plan on early closings next summer, too.
Not a Blog about the Treasures of our City
This blog doesn’t address the awesome things that I love about our City. There are many wonderful things about Baltimore including our diversity, some of our schools, and our worldwide medical institutions. We are home to Babe Ruth, the Iron Man Cal Ripkin, former rapper Tupac Shakur, Hairspray and John Waters, two Super Bowl victories, crabs, the Star Spangled Banner, Olympiad Michael Phelps, Preakness, Berger cookies and the snowball. This blog reflects upon just three hours spent in Baltimore City last night. What are we doing as a City? We want people to spent time and money in the City, and even by my enthusiasm, it’s quite challenging.
A Blog About Three Hours in Baltimore
Last night, Saturday night, we had dinner in Federal Hill and thought about going to the O’s game, free sweatshirts were enticing, and we planned to wrap up our night at the Sandlot Beach bar. I won’t out the restaurant by name, but it’s disappointing in Baltimore to order a crab cake, and learn that the restaurant doesn’t serve cocktail sauce. I inquired if the restaurant had horseradish. The chef sent all of the ingredients to me: horseradish, ketchup and lemons. I made the cocktail sauce myself at the table. The waitress was impressed. First and last time dining there.
We decided to walk over to Camden Yards. We arrived in the first inning. We saw several fans walking away from the stadium with their game swag giveaway sweatshirts in hand. I walked up to the ticket booth and asked for the cheapest tickets. Sweatshirts got people back into the Yard, but at $27 per ticket, for the very last place team in the Major League, and many open seats, even I decided to keep walking. I will buy a new sweatshirt in a retail store another day.
We walked to the Inner Harbor. It was dark. No entertainment in the amphitheater. None of the bars near Pier 4 had outside seating or entertainment. It was 8 PM on a warm Saturday night. It was uncomfortable being there. Our well known tourist attraction was empty. I saw a psychic with a pop up tent in front of a relatively empty Pavilion and even she didn’t have business. I have memories as a kid being at Harborplace on Saturday nights and the promenades were filled with music, crowds, and entertainment. Not last night.
We walked past the Aquarium and through Harbor East. It was difficult to find the entrance to the Sandlot Bar. It’s a great concept, but the first thing I read on the entry sign to the Sandlot was that everything is card purchase only, cash is too dangerous. The venue had a very small gathering. When we left, our Uber driver canceled because she couldn’t find how to get to the bar.
Marketing, Reality and Potential
Baltimore City is geographically located in a great spot. We have terrific tourist spots and great entities for the locals. After last night, I can’t imagine reading about Baltimore on Tripadvisor, or whatever, and traveling here for a quick getaway, and finding a local bar without cocktail sauce, no cheap tickets left for the last place baseball team, and a dark, entertainment-less attraction, Baltimore’s Inner Harbor.
Better lighting, street entertainers and visible security might make it appealing again to make the Inner Harbor on a Saturday night a destination spot like when I was a kid.