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13.5% Wine Bar Celebrates Five Years

0 Written by: | Wednesday, Jul 09, 2014 1:40pm

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catch of the day fish (2)We’re going to just assume that much like the wine they serve, 13.5% Wine Bar is getting better with age. Not that we had any complaints when they first opened their doors five years ago. The incredible wine selection and perfect food pairings featuring local and seasonal delights make for some of the most elegant eating and drinking you can do in this town. So we’re more than happy to join them in raising a glass (or two, or three) to celebrate five awesome years on The Avenue, to be followed, we hope, by many, many more. Read More →

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Featured, Food & Drink, Hampden

Le Garage Beer Bar & Frites to Open in Hampden Friday

0 Written by: | Wednesday, Apr 23, 2014 9:45am

Le Garage Beer Bar & FritesHampden is ready to welcome a new bar and restaurant to take over the old Dogwood location. Le Garage, which as you probably got from the name is a casual French place, opens this Friday on the Avenue.

The executive chef is Sarah Acconcia, formerly of the 13.5% Wine Bar, who has been tasked with crafting “working class” versions of fancy French staples and putting new twists on “peasant dishes.”  Entrees will be priced between $15 and $19 “for the most part” (though City Paper has it between $16 and $23 for single-person entrees). Read More →

Featured, Hampden, Lifeline

Hampden Ice Cream Parlor Unveils Oriole-Themed “Crunch Davis” Flavor

0 Written by: | Tuesday, Sep 03, 2013 9:26am

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It’s sweet cream ice cream with orange sprinkles and bits of Nestle Crunch bars, and it comes in a dish shaped like an O’s cap. It’s called “Crunch Davis,” a nod to Orioles first baseman Chris “Crush” Davis, and it’s the newest offering from Hampden’s Charmery ice cream parlor.

It’s fitting that Davis be the inspiration for the flavor. With the Orioles currently playing below their ability and struggling to make it into the postseason as a wild card team, his performance at bat this season is a consolation prize. His 47 homeruns and counting lead the major leagues and put him on pace to break a club record for homeruns in a single season. Read More →

Culture, Featured, Hampden

Hampden’s Golden West Makes It onto “House of Cards” Shoot

0 Written by: | Wednesday, May 08, 2013 12:51pm

The Golden West Cafe all dressed up on the Avenue in Hampden

The Golden West Cafe all dressed up on the Avenue in Hampden. Photo via Mend Community Acupuncture.

The Netflix original series House of Cards can be hard for a Baltimorean to watch. The locations are so obviously Charm City that it’s easy to forget the show takes place in D.C. And it looks like we can count on another uncanny viewing experience soon, as quintessential Hampden haunt Golden West Cafe apparently played the role of “4th Street Cafe” in a shoot for the series last Wednesday. Read More →

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Hampden Loses Dogwood Restaurant Suddenly

2 Written by: | Monday, Mar 18, 2013 12:27pm

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It’s official: Dogwood Restaurant has closed for good. Like that! (I just snapped my fingers.) The owners said they only made the decision this weekend, implying that the staff couldn’t have had much notice regarding their sudden unemployment. The owners blamed the closing on “three very poor weeks of revenue.” Read More →

Catch of the Day, Hampden, Shop Local, Sponsored Post

Shopping and Styling at Ma Petite Shoe

0 Written by: | Friday, Nov 16, 2012 10:30am

 

There’s something almost Victorian about Ma Petite Shoe. By that we mean that the Hampden boutique captures all of the decadence, romance, indulgence, and classic beauty of that period while dispensing with the restrictiveness of corsets and the fact that the chocolate of the period bore almost no resemblance to the treats we enjoy today.  That’s why we will be sure to visit the Hampden boutique on Sunday, November 18 from 1 – 4 p.m. for a special event.  Read More →

Culture

Hampdenfest to Bring Music, Food, Toilet Bowl Races to the Avenue

0 Written by: | Friday, Sep 07, 2012 10:12am

What began as a modest community event organized by the Hampden Village Merchants Association and the Hampden Community Council has grown into a quirky, oversize barnburner — albeit a family-friendly, over-by-seven barnburner — a festival that has retained the homegrown Hampden sense of humor and aesthetic with which it was founded. Read More →

Culture, Hampden

Baltimore Burger Bar Moves to a New Hampden Spot

0 Written by: | Thursday, Jul 26, 2012 1:00pm

Courtesy Bmore Media – Baltimore Burger Bar, a restaurant specializing in farm-to-table ‘foodie’ burgers, plans to relocate  from its present location on the Avenue in Hampden to another spot on the same street with a larger kitchen.

Store Owner Anisha Jagtap says she is spending $50,000 on the move and renovation and hopes to open the new location by the end of September.

The new space is currently zoned as retail space and Jagtap will go before the city’s zoning board Aug. 21 for approval.

Currently housed in a two-story, 1,400-square-foot space at 830 W. 36th St., Baltimore Burger Bar will relocate to 840 W. 36th St. to a 1,200-square-foot space.

Jagtap also plans to construct a 166-square-foot addition as well as provide outdoor seating, making the overall space larger and more conducive to table service. The additions and renovations are pending approval and are scheduled to happen along with the restaurant opening this fall.

Read more at Bmore Media

 

Culture, Hampden, Real Estate & Home

Living in A White Part of Town

1 Written by: | Friday, Nov 18, 2011 12:00am

Originally posted on xojane.com

For four months earlier this year I lived in Hampden, a Baltimore neighborhood known for its overwhelming whiteness… and its locally owned restaurants, chic boutiques, quirky wine shops. What’s a little history of KKK presence (in the 70s) and heavy meth use when there’s a cupcake shop around the corner? Cupcakes equal not racist. So Hampden’s website had me hooked despite other online red alerts, warning me against moving to a place where only 3.5 percent of the population is black. 

“I can’t speak on the racism firsthand but Hampden is known as the white neighborhood and its isolation has helped keep it this way,” warned a Yelper.

Thing is, Hampden wasn’t just “the white neighborhood,” it was the neighborhood people who look like me avoided. As recently as 1987, Hampden made headlines when a black family moved after its windows were smashed in, but I was determined to move in. I’m a sucker for sun-drenched bedrooms, exposed brick, duck confit tacos and a $500 month-to-month lease.

So I wasn’t going to let Hampden’s dark past keep me from the hipster side of Baltimore, and after a week of diligent Craigslist searching, I moved into a rowhouse with a hipster librarian, and thus, became one of very few black people to live in Hampden.

Actually that’s not fair. It’s not like I was the only black person in sight. Every day, a crowd of black middle schoolers wearing neon-colored hoodies, oversized spectacles and crazy-tight jeans gathered in front of the 7-Eleven to wait for the bus, as did weary black seniors. There was also a Malian man who owned the Halal restaurant down the street, but I think he lived nearby in Druid Hill Park, which is predominantly black. 

Still for the entire four months I lived in Baltimore, I never saw another black adult who actually lived in Hampden.

“You know you live in the white neighborhood, right?” my friend asked one day when she picked me up for a ‘buppie’ happy hour in downtown Baltimore.

“I know,” I sighed, all too familiar with the question slash declaration. “I like it, it works for now.”

Hampden’s overwhelming whiteness didn’t scare me, because I’m used to living in places where most of my neighbors don’t look like me. I grew up in the notorious Dove Springs, which is more than 85 percent Latino. When I whipped out the Spanish, “mis vecinos” asked in delighted awe if I was Panamanian. In college, I was one of three black residents in my dorm. Ironically, years later, I got the most hassle on the street living in Cuba and Ghana, where I could disappear into the crowd with ease. 

I wasn’t convinced that passing up on the benefits of a place where you’d rather live was worth living in a place where you completely blend in. After a while, I got tired of people telling me which neighborhood I was supposed to feel more comfortable in. And in the end I felt plenty comfortable walking the streets of Hampden past the tough-looking, loud-talking tattooed white guys or the old white men in front of the post office. My windows never got smashed in and no one tried to chase me out of the neighborhood with a flaming cross. But even these facts, according to some, were based on what I looked like. 

“People don’t mess with you because you’re pretty,” argued one of my roommate’s friends as we sat around debating whether Hampden was a racist neighborhood. “When I walk home at night in this neighborhood, I am completely freaked out,” she continued.

This woman, who was black with a white boyfriend, recounted tales of awful things men yelled at her when she walked around at night after hanging out on Hampden’s main strip, The Avenue. And for the record I think she’s gorgeous, but according to her my looks were what saved me from a regular gauntlet of racial insults. It sounds utterly ridiculous, shallow, superficial and just plain silly — but I did see her point. 

On afternoon walks to the post office, old white men always smiled, often complimenting me on my looks in that half-creepy, half-harmless way so many old men do. Older white women at the bus stop randomly started conversations with me, always mentioning that I was pretty.

“You’re really pretty!” blurted an eight-year-old Hampdenite as I walked by her and her sisters on my way to lunch. They all had wild curly brown hair and freckled olive skin.  As far as I could tell they were regular Hampden white girls with regular white Hampden parents who had likely grown up right there in the neighborhood.

“Thank you!” I replied, smiling outwardly and inwardly as I headed to pick up my usual $7.99 Chicken Jalfrezi plate from the Halal restaurant down the street. Clearly Hampden was changing. Maybe I was the one changing it. Three little white girls saw me, a deep brown-skinned woman with natural hair, and saw that I was beautiful. That was something.

And the little white girls on my block had a new compliment waiting every time we came across one another. “Your hair is pretty! We like your jacket!”  They were genuinely delighted whenever I said “Hi,” barraging me with curious questions like, “How old are you?” and “What’s that for?” pointing to the iron key I wore on a chain as a necklace. “This is the key to my castle in California,” I told them. They loved it. Just curious little girls.

But somehow is it my so-called prettiness that was neutralizing all the racial tension? Providing me with a kind of beauty buffer against the racially exclusive environment of my neighborhood? I don’t want to believe that — it’s such a shallow Band Aid on such an ugly wound. 

I’ve got other hypotheses. Perhaps in a traditional working class neighborhood like Hampden where historic Mom & Pop shops are being replaced with high-priced boutiques, racial difference is less of a threat than class difference. Perhaps my narrow nose, long hair, and undeniably black skin put them at ease.  

Maybe it’s simply because I never acted like an outsider, so the locals just decided I belonged. Perhaps I blinded myself to the occasional hateful glare because acknowledging it would mean that I did, in fact, live in a neighborhood where some of my neighbors’ skin crawled at the sight of mine. Maybe it was a little bit of all of this. Or maybe it was just time for people to ignore imaginary “tracks” and live on whichever side they chose. 

After just four months, I left Hampden for my hometown of Austin, where I am now once again one of the 8.1 percent. I love Austin, but I miss Hampden. I don’t know if I paved the way for more new neighbors of color or if I was just the unlikely exception.

What I do know is that I’ll miss all those curious little white girls who looked past whatever barriers were supposed to be between us and called me pretty. The little girls who think there’s a castle in California with my name on it.

 

Kaneisha Grayson is a freelance writer living in Austin, Texas. She writes about happiness and gives dating advice at http://crazygirlnation.com, and she runs an admissions coaching business for non-traditional business students at http://theartofapplying.com/. She is a graduate of Pomona College and Harvard Business School.

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