For you night owls
I was in Fells Point at bar closing time Friday night and the newish Mehek Indian place on Broadway had two somewhat formally clad servers selling four $5 dishes to the drunken revelers from a sidewalk stand.
I asked for more details and he wrote back:
Mehek is sort of nicely out of place anyway -- white tablecloths, soothing light atmosphere inside for conversation ... more civilized, in an Ambassador DR sort of way -- except bright -- and somewhat the opposite of neighbors Bertha's or Jimmy's. And they have sidewalk tables, which is brave in the face of the permanent residents of the square. I was shocked at 12:30 a.m. to see two white-dress-shirted servers manning a set of chafing dishes and offering passersby from the starting-to-close bars a chance to have grown-up food. If you've ever seen the pit-beef operation on Cross Street after midnight outside 8x10 -- it was the inverse.