The Bandidas got off to a REALLY late start this summer due to other "projects" we had going this summer. Our first outing was on Sept. 2 to Peter's Inn (http://www.petersinn.com/) at the corner of Eastern & Ann Streets in Fells Point. It looks like a dumpy hispanic grocery store from the outside, but don't let that fool you. The menu rivals any of the fancy pants restaurants in Baltimore and the waiters are just as bored with you. I had to tell my "the last mosquito that bit me had to check into the Betty Ford Clinic" joke just to get our waiter to crack a smile.
The food changes weekly based on the chef's whims and what's in season, so we were handed a piece of xeroxed paper with a handwritten menu. We ordered the garlic bread (which they are apparently known for) and the clams with chorizo and fingerling potatoes as an appetizer, both excellent. We made a new Bandida Rule that no one can order the same thing, so I had the seared rare tuna, tuna and beet tartare and the seaweed salad, Carol had the poached lobster over spinach with corn custard, Marchelle had the 7 oz filet with veggies and mashed potatoes and Molly had the shrimp and cheddar cheese grits. Each plate was a piece of artwork and the food was delicious, save the dessert (chocolate pots du creme) which was more like jello instant pudding that had been sitting out too long so the skin formed over top.
Now Peter's Inn isn't the type of place you go stuff your face. The food is expensive ($14-$25 per entree) and the portions are miniscule. But the meal was different and satisfying, and let's face it America, its the amount you're SUPPOSED to eat for dinner... Some excitement while eating al fresco at Peter's Inn: we sat next to one of the girls from Ace of Cakes (the redhead that's also in the Baltimore Roller Derby club?) and about six of Baltimore's finest pulled over one of the Bad Boyz Bail Bonds trucks right in front of us. No pens were handed out...
Bathroom report: There was only one bathroom for the men and one for the ladies, but considering Peter's Inn only has about five tables, it works. Ladies room was clean and stocked with everything you might need to spruce up (mouthwash, lotion, deodorant, tampons). We like that!
We told the waiter we were heading to Bad Decisions, a bar around the corner, to check out their extensive drink menu. He advised against it because it had no atmosphere, but Bandida Rule number two is that we never deviate from our set list, so off we went.
Bad Decisions (http://www.makeabaddecision.com/) definitely lacks atmosphere, but the bartender/owner let us bring our bikes inside and allowed Molly behind the bar to make her infamous "Molly-ocktail." Gotta love B'more! The drink menu is basically an old notebook with recipies penciled in by the "mixologist." The owner prides himself on his concoctions so there is a limited beer menu. No one tried the bathroom - do I dare speculate that it wouldn't be up to par?
Until next ride... Hya!!!
The food changes weekly based on the chef's whims and what's in season, so we were handed a piece of xeroxed paper with a handwritten menu. We ordered the garlic bread (which they are apparently known for) and the clams with chorizo and fingerling potatoes as an appetizer, both excellent. We made a new Bandida Rule that no one can order the same thing, so I had the seared rare tuna, tuna and beet tartare and the seaweed salad, Carol had the poached lobster over spinach with corn custard, Marchelle had the 7 oz filet with veggies and mashed potatoes and Molly had the shrimp and cheddar cheese grits. Each plate was a piece of artwork and the food was delicious, save the dessert (chocolate pots du creme) which was more like jello instant pudding that had been sitting out too long so the skin formed over top.
Now Peter's Inn isn't the type of place you go stuff your face. The food is expensive ($14-$25 per entree) and the portions are miniscule. But the meal was different and satisfying, and let's face it America, its the amount you're SUPPOSED to eat for dinner... Some excitement while eating al fresco at Peter's Inn: we sat next to one of the girls from Ace of Cakes (the redhead that's also in the Baltimore Roller Derby club?) and about six of Baltimore's finest pulled over one of the Bad Boyz Bail Bonds trucks right in front of us. No pens were handed out...
Bathroom report: There was only one bathroom for the men and one for the ladies, but considering Peter's Inn only has about five tables, it works. Ladies room was clean and stocked with everything you might need to spruce up (mouthwash, lotion, deodorant, tampons). We like that!
We told the waiter we were heading to Bad Decisions, a bar around the corner, to check out their extensive drink menu. He advised against it because it had no atmosphere, but Bandida Rule number two is that we never deviate from our set list, so off we went.Bad Decisions (http://www.makeabaddecision.com/) definitely lacks atmosphere, but the bartender/owner let us bring our bikes inside and allowed Molly behind the bar to make her infamous "Molly-ocktail." Gotta love B'more! The drink menu is basically an old notebook with recipies penciled in by the "mixologist." The owner prides himself on his concoctions so there is a limited beer menu. No one tried the bathroom - do I dare speculate that it wouldn't be up to par?
Until next ride... Hya!!!
