My anti-meathead kick
For a while I was on an anti-meathead tirade. Remember the Fab Five Friday Worst Meathead Bars?
Well, it started years before that.
I plugged the word "meathead" and my name into the Sun's archive and it turns out, I've dropped "meathead" into eight stories. Not bad.
I think this is the best meathead reference in my three years of writing nightlife columns. It's from a review of the Greene Turtle in Columbia ...
When we left about 11:30 p.m., there still weren't many more people inside than when we got there. I was shocked. Even in Columbia, the Greene Turtle should be a beacon for young drinkers everywhere, I thought. They should line up outside, guzzle inside until they get obnoxious, hit on each other, stumble into each other, accidentally spill drinks on each other and not apologize. And then, when the night is over, spill out onto the street, fire up a Parliament Light and head home.
Then I realized how thankful I should be for a quiet night at any Greene Turtle.
If that night was any indication, the mobs of meatheads who frequent the Greene Turtles in Ocean City and Fells Point haven't found the Columbia branch yet. Maybe they won't. Wouldn't that be nice?
(Photo by Algerina Perna/Sun photographer)