The Epic Dundalk Bar Crawl Part III
Who knew it would get this big? Who knew a little bar crawl out in the blue collar 'burbs would be so off the chain?
Every year, the name gets a little longer and the stories get a little wilder.
At first, it was just a Dundalk Bar Crawl. Then it was the Dundalk Bar Crawl Part II. Now, it's grown into a full-fledged franchise: The Epic Dundalk Bar Crawl Part III: Return of the Midnight Sons.
Our first stop was The Glass Grill (pictured), which has all kinds of crazy, colorful blown glass sculptures inside. A two-man band was knocking out some cover songs in the corner, but most of the folks were chilling outside on the patio.
Then we hit up Mo's, which had those ridiculously cheap Samuel Adams drafts. Bluefins came next, but it was kinda dead.
At one point, we dropped by a bar which didn't make the final story ...
The bar, like so many Dundalk bars, was U-shaped, and the men's bathroom smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in 10 years. It was rank. We also got this scary vibe from the other folks in there. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but we bounced pretty quickly. It wasn't our scene. At all.
As always, we ended the night stuffing our faces at Denny's. We were that table. You know, the rowdy 3 a.m. table every waiter hates to serve. We didn't care, though. The place was practically empty and I made sure to tip heavier than normal.
Finally, Midnight Sons rolled out, leaving Dundalk in ruins -- a few wisps of smoke wafting up from the rubble.
(Baltimore Sun archive photo)
Erik Maza is a features reporter at the Baltimore Sun. He writes for several sections of the Sun paper and contributes weekly columns on music and nightlife. He also writes and edits the Midnight Sun blog. He often covers entertainment, business, and the business of entertainment. Occasionally, he writes about Four Loko, The Block, the liquor board, and those who practice "
Comments
Gee, who knew that some wannabe fancy-pants outsider would think that Dundalk is a joke?
Come on, that "joke" went out of fashion when 98rock still had listeners.
Haw Haw. Dundalk is funny... Your South Baltimore neighborhood is full of bums, crackheads in port-o-johns and meth-heads too, right on your block. Get over it.
Posted by: JoJo | July 10, 2010 6:26 PM
Wow. Riveting!
And no "hehe!" like a little school girl in this post? You're losing your edge man.
Posted by: Rita | July 11, 2010 9:32 PM
@Rita -- Loved the link in your name. I'm a farmer-turned-yuppie, in fact. Do they have a Wikipedia article for that? Fuppies?
Posted by: Sam Sessa | July 12, 2010 10:04 AM
this is what i like The bar, like so many Dundalk bars, was U-shaped, and the men's bathroom smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in 10 years. It was rank. because downtown bars are so much cleaner...wait they have creepy ppl in the bathroom that are "bathroom" attendants.. i dont need some asshole giving me soap. I;m a grown ass man...i can do it myself
Posted by: jASON | July 17, 2010 11:28 PM