What bars did you used to love that you now hate?
What are some bars and clubs that you used to love but can't stand now?
It could be spots that have gone downhill over the years, like Reefers in Fells Point.
Or it could just be spots that you went to every weekend but just can't imagine yourself patronizing anymore.
When I had just moved to Baltimore, I used to like going to Howl at the Moon (pictured) in Power Plant Live.
The house piano players were pretty talented, and after a few Miller Lites, I'd sing a long with their renditions of classics like "Bennie and the Jets" and "Don't Stop Believin'." ...
Every once in a while, I'd dig around in my wallet for a $5, fill out a little request sheet, walk up to the podium and set it on one of their pianos, crossing my fingers that they'd play my song.
These days, I wouldn't dream of going to Howl at the Moon. L-A-M-E, if you ask me. But the truth is, I've just outgrown it.
I'll bet those piano players made a killing, though.
(Baltimore Sun archive photo)