Would it be crazy to think they have, say, crab on the menu?
Dear Baltimore, I’m sure your residents don’t eat crab three times a day. Or do they?
I just arrived here for an overnight assignment, after so many delays I feared my return flight might leave before I even landed. Tired though I was, the prospect of my hotel’s restaurant wasn’t too appealing. I wanted to venture out into Baltimore, if only a half block. With the concierge’s help, I did.
“I was hoping for some place I can walk to,” I told him.
“Do you like beer?” he asked.
I hesitated. Was this a trick question?
“Yes,” I said.
He handed me a card for a free beer and directed me to Luna Del Sea Bistro. I admit, I did think he said “lunacy” at first, and that suited me just fine. “It’s the place with the white lights in the trees,” he instructed me. A bistro and white lights.
And of course, that was followed by, “They have excellent crab cakes.”
