$550,000
1625 Shakespeare Street, Fells Point
3 bedroom(s), 3 bathroom(s)

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Record Store Day, a day of deals and specials for independent music sellers, is this Saturday. In anticipation, Billboard magazine rated the top record stores in the country, and Fells Point’s Sound Garden, where “5,000 people rifle through the shelves and stacks…on an average day,” made the list.

Sound Garden has always been such a go-to spot for cannibalizing a CD collection when one is low on funds that I forget that they also sell things there. (One friend of mine has whittled his collection down in just this way over so many years that the only albums he has left are those either too dear to part or too crummy to sell.) But luckily, not everyone is a semi-broke 30-something.

By the way, Sound Garden was listed among the top 13 record stores in the U.S., which means it’s got several whole states beat.

As the weather gets warmer, a young Baltimorean’s thoughts turn to frosty pints, or spiked lemonade, or minty mojitos, or crisp glasses of Vino Verde. There’s something extra-refreshing about having a drink outside on a balmy night; here are some of our favorite places to do just that. Add your own favorites in the comments! Read More →

It’s easy to get wrapped up in our daily lives; the errands we have to run, the little annoyances like traffic or Turbo Tax freezing can make life seem miserable.  Then there is the inevitable jolt of perspective that knocks us back into reality.  The little annoyances are just that - annoyances.  They aren’t insurmountable challenges, and we’ll likely make it through just fine.

Tonight, let that jolt be Passport, the play that garnered critical acclaim at the Baltimore Playwright’s Festival last August.  Passport, “tells the story of an international aid worker trapped  in a hotel room during the 2007 Kenyan election that left over 1,100 people dead and 600,000 displayed.”  It was written by local playwright Kevin Kostic, and after the performance, there will be a discussion on Kenyan humanitarian issues.  Funds will be raised to benefit Catholic Relief Services. Read More →

It’s Oscar season, which means we’ll all be gathered around the TV on Sunday night to watch as beautiful people in beautiful gowns accept acknowledgement of beautiful performances.  The majority of us will probably be looking a shade less-than-beautiful in our sweatpants as we mentally list all the things we need to get done first thing Monday morning.  A select few, however, will be able to don their finest and crank up the glamour at The Crescent in Fells Point. Read More →

There are some things that go on in Baltimore that I refer to as, “Mad Lib Events.”  They’re the ones where someone pulled adjectives and nouns out of a hat to create the name of an event, and it somehow comes together for something wonderful, something random, something quintessentially Baltimore.  Tonight at Arcos in Fells Point is a prime example.

For all those days you’ve wished you could speed date at a Spoken Word Poetry event at a Mexican restaurant, here is your chance!  You read that properly-
Speed Dating
Spoken Word Poetry
Mexican Food

Perhaps you’ve tried online dating and can’t find anyone beyond men who have a fascination with fedoras, the general creepers, and the overall terrifying.  Get off your computer and be more efficient about this whole process.  Meet people face to face.  Find out the true quality of their poetry as opposed to having to read on their profile that they’re “an under-appreciated fountain pen of poetic prose.”  If the dates and poems really are that bad, at least the margaritas and nachos are within arms reach.

Where:
Arcos
129 S. Broadway
Baltimore, MD

When:
Tuesday February 19, 2013
6:00pm – close

Why:
Speed dating, spoken word poetry, Mexican food!

Cost:
Your bar tab.

And so we bring you our last pre-Valentine’s Day suggestion—after this, you’re on your own. And we’re proud to say that it’s mostly  geared to the single among us. Make that the single-and-scientific-about-it among us. We’ve all experienced the natural magic of pheromones—those mysterious chemicals we each emit (like it or not) that stimulate olfactory (that is, smell-related) receptors in the subconscious of others, setting off a chain of reaction in the body’s chemistry that basically makes the brain go, in the words of Marvin Gaye, “Let’s get it on.” We’ve heard tell of bottled pheromones—a strange potion you can rub on your skin, so that when you go out the club you’ll be triggering all sorts of chemical responses on the dance floor. But such a utilitarian approach can seem maybe a little like cheating. But Flirty Little Secret’s line of pheromone-infused body butters, creams, and oils makes getting all stunk up feel fun, sexy, and indeed, like a flirty little secret. Read More →

It’s Mardi Gras, so today we must embrace extravagance and opulence.  Find your purple, green and gold beads.  Bake a baby into a cake.  Find amazing drink deals, and put on a funny mask.  Sure, Baltimore may not be the Big Easy, but I feel like winning the Super Bowl there means we’re at least distant cousins now.  Tonight, head on over to Kooper’s, Slainte and Woody’s in Fells Point, and let Thames St. be your Bourbon equivalent for the night. Read More →

We’ll be ze first to admit zat saying ze name of Ze Mean Bean Café can feel a bit…how you say…“silly.” But, nonezeless (okay, okay, we’ll stop) if you can get past that and see your way to the restaurant’s perfectly warming Eastern European specialties, you’ll be glad you did. After all, Slavic folks know a thing or two about using hot, hearty, seasonal food to get one through a cold winter. The restaurant’s uber-authentic award-winning borscht and handmade pierogis put traditional wintry staples to delicious use. And every Thusday night, they’re on special at Ze Mean Bean. Read More →

On New Year’s Eve last Monday, a few minutes before eight p.m., a 40-something man–5’10”, 170 pounds (read more at The Baltimore Sun)–strode through a Royal Farms in Fells Point tossing boxes of candy bars into a bag he’d brought from home.

“Are you stealing that?” asked the slack-jawed clerk.

“Yes,” replied the bold, weapon-free thief, who stole $180 worth of candy and still remains on the potentially sugar-spiked run this week.

An employee stood in his exiting path, but he merely pushed her aside. My semi-serious question for the guy: Did you perhaps intend to stop eating candy on January 1, and therefore binge wicked bad on 12/31? Read More →