The Chop Mourns the Morning Edition

The Chop has not been doing much of brunching lately. Ever since we decided to join a gym we’ve been bicycling past the Hampden Bruncherati each Sunday on the way to run and lift and row and squash and what-have-you. And we’re fine with that. Even though we do love to brunch, we don’t envy you all your thick-cut French toast and eggs benedict and bloody marys. We’re perfectly happy with our cup of yogurt and granola and fresh fruit.

But when we do sit down to brunch we like to do it right- and no place has ever been more right than ye olde Morning Edition Cafe. Tucked away far from the Chophouse on a quiet corner of Butchers’ Hill, it’s been a favorite for years and years. So after a lovely walk along the park yesterday we were more than a little excited to get back inside and get some banana pancakes in our belly. For it had been far, far too long.

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But what’s this? A big-ass ‘for sale’ sign hanging from the building? and a smaller sign announcing that the Morning Edition has closed forever? You can imagine how crestfallen we were to stand there on Patterson Park Ave while the rest of the city was out tailgating the Ravens’ home opener… feeling the empty void inside that was not being filled by gooey, cheesy omlettes.

If we had been paying attention we might have noticed a brief article in the Sun the week of Fourth of July announcing the closure on Morning Edition’s 30th anniversary. But no: we had to learn the hard way. Woe, woe unto the brunchless Chop!

So we’d like to take a moment to publicly mourn the Morning Edition here on the blog. Hopefully someone will buy the space soon and care for it as well as its former owners have. There are such precious few nice places north of the park that any half decent spot that takes it’s place has a great chance of being a beloved neighborhood spot for decades to come.

Tomorrow: Hampdenfest in Hampden

For real, Baltimore: we are excited about Hampdenfest. Like even more than Christmas. And let’s be honest here- we’re going to hang out with more friends than we ever have on Christmas. We’re going to eat more mac and cheese and bread pudding than we ever have on Christmas. We’re going to see more great bands in one day than we will in the whole month of December. And if we’re being honest here we’re probably going to get a lot drunker than we ever would on Christmas.

Plus we get to watch the Waiter Race, the Hampden Idol karaoke contest and the Toilet Bowl Races, which is a damn sight more fun than shopping mall Santas and carolers.

image via hampdenfest.blogspot.com

image via hampdenfest.blogspot.com

Here’s the music line-ups for your handy reference. For any and all other info check hampdenfest.blogspot.com. If yer gonna spew, spew into this.

ATOMIC BOOKS STAGE (36th and Falls Rd.)
11:15: Thrillsville
12:00: Wild Honey
1:00: Sick Thoughts
2:00: Paper Dragons
3:00: Chester Stacey
4:00: ADVLTS
5:00: Monster Museum
6:00: Roomrunner

THE AVENUE STAGE (36th in front of Bank of America)
11:15: Little Rib
12:00: The Creepers
1:00: Jaabs
2:00: Balkan Falcon
3:00: Raindeer
4:00: Celebration
5:00 Hampden Idol with Keyboard Man

CHESTNUT STAGE (36th St. and Chestnut)
11:15: Sweepstakes
12:00: The Idle Gossip
1:00: The Stents
2:00: Small Apartments
3:00: Sick Sick Birds
4:00: Sal Bando
5:00: Lush Farm
6:00: Kurt Deemer Band

Angry Samoans @ Sidebar Tonight

Longtime readers of this blog will note that we’re generally not interested in nostalgia acts. It’s always been our feeling that any band’s useful lifespan is about 8 years, and you can maybe tack on two years to the front or back of that for garage days and farewell tours- but in no wise should a band really exist for more than a dozen years. Case in point- The Pixies. Just stop already. It’s embarrassing for all of us.

Tonight’s show at the Sidebar may be an exception though. We’ve got a lot more patience for punk bands that actually tour like punk bands: in a van, playing punk venues, charging a few bucks at the door and not trying to pawn off watered down new material at the merch table.

All indications are that Angry Samoans is doing the old-band thing right. Get an up-and-coming, fun-to-play-with band like Downtown Brown to make all the tour dates with you, find an outstanding local act like Ravagers to warm up the crowd, and let a promising new band like Cult Control make its debut and you’ve got a formula for a pretty great show.

Doors at 8. Rock all night.

Syria: Our Bi-Weekly Political Roundup

Two weeks ago in this space we took the position of not taking a position on Syria. We basically stuck a thumb up our ass and said ‘Oh gee well we don’t want to drop any bombs but chemical weapons are bad, ummkay?’

Now that the question is before congress let us hone this blog’s editorial opinion a little sharper: We do not support a US strike on Syria. No matter how small. One bomb on Syria is one bomb too many. One bomb on Syria is enough to make all of our ships and aircraft legitimate targets of War. That is unacceptable.

The administration has been making its case to congress and to the people for more than two full weeks now, and the more they talk, the less convincing their case is. They say that Syria is not Afghanistan or Iraq. So what? Even setting those aside completely it still doesn’t seem like a good idea. The Syrian civil war has been a bloody stalemate for two years and it shows no sign of being broken any time soon, with or without our help.

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They say that there is a ‘moderate opposition’ on the ground. There isn’t. People who are truly moderate don’t start civil wars in the first place. There is no one in Syria worth befriending. We should know this by now.

They say there won’t be any ‘boots on the ground.’ But this misses the point. It’s bombs and missiles that the American people oppose.

They try to liken this to Kosovo or Rwanda. These comparisons are specious at best. We like to think we could have swooped in and saved a million lives in Rwanda if we’d only bothered to do it, but could we really? And again we say it was the rebels who started this war. If they want to stop getting gassed they can lay down their arms and ask for a ceasefire any time. That sounds callous and unjust but it’s true. It’s the same logic we used in dropping the atomic bomb on Japan.

They say that if we don’t act then the Iranians won’t take us seriously, but we’re not convinced they take us seriously already. They’re just as big a problem as ever and getting closer to nuclear weapons all the time. The administration seems to think that strikes against Syria strengthens our position against Iran. We think it weakens it.

They say that Israel is ‘just a stiff breeze away’ from Syria. Israel knows what the fuck it’s doing and if it felt threatened by Assad it would strike on its own. Bebe Netanyahu has been dealing with Syrian threats since before Obama was born.

The administration’s entire sloppy handling of this has been a perfect example of how Washington is not supposed to work. The president wants a lot of credit for going to congress, but it took several days worth of intensive arm twisting and a lot of super-secret highly classified info provided to certain senators only just to get it out of committee. Now that it will go to the full congress it’s going to be done in such a way that deals are made a la carte and votes are whipped and whipped again and the bill will go forward only when senate passage is assured and if it can’t be assured it’ll be re-written until it can be.

This is nonsense. 70% Or more of Americans are against a Syrian strike and congress and the administration knows it. If the president is really concerned about saving face he should have asked them to drop the bill immediately.

Meanwhile John Kerry may have accidentally stumbled ass-backwards into a diplomatic solution involving the Russians, which goes to show just how little actual diplomacy has really been attempted by the Obama administration.

Have an opinion? Want to break it down with your fellow Liberals over beers? Baltimore’s Drinking Liberally chapter meets tonight at Dougherty’s pub at 8 pm. Admission is free and open to progressives of all stripes.

The Do’s and Don’ts of Ballpark Dates

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Now more than ever there are plenty of great date ideas floating around out there. Whether it’s a street festival, a wine tasting, or just something as simple as dinner and a movie there’s a fine art to making things flow smoothly. And one of our personal favorite dates, the ol’ ball-game, is no exception.

It’s no secret that we love spending time at Oriole Park. Whether it’s with friends, a large group outing, dear old dad or a hot date, a baseball game is a great way to spend a summer evening. An MLB game has plenty to offer for both the seasoned fan and the novice just out for a night’s entertainment. But if you or your date tend more toward the latter there are a few things you can do (and avoid doing) to make your night a lot more enjoyable.

Do: Shell out for some decent tickets. There’s nothing worse than spending a hot Friday night date stuck up in the Animal House nosebleeds on Student Night. On the other hand, you don’t want to be crammed behind home plate with a bunch of families. Try one of our picks for best seats in the house and you can’t go wrong.

Don’t: Drink too much. Stay away from Pickles’ Pub, Sliders’ and the Bullpen pre-game. It’s a crowded mess and a bad scene for a date. Resist the temptation to order up a few Bud Heavys and stick to the craft beer stand instead.

Do: Take time to have a walk around the ball park if one or both of you don’t visit often. At the very least a stroll along Eutaw Street, a look at the bullpens and a pop up to the Center Field Rooftop Bar are a must.

Don’t: Take the game too seriously. It’s just baseball. Hopefully you get to see a good game with a fair amount of offense. If not feel free to make general chit-chat throughout the game until runners reach scoring position.

Do: Play along with the scoreboard between innings. Sure it can be hokey and annoying sometimes, but the hot dog race, crab shuffle, guess the year, etc are meant to be fun. Who knows? You might even end up on the Kiss Cam.

Don’t: Show off your encyclopaedic knowledge of baseball. Answer your date’s questions and point out any interesting points or quirks or factiods, but for Veeck’s sake keep it brief.

Do: Make plans to grab a bite before or after the game. You can get a better meal for less money anywhere outside the stadium. Chicken Tenders, Hot Dogs and Nachos aren’t very sexy.

Don’t: make your date walk a mile to free parking. Cough up for a stadium lot or a nearby garage. Better yet… bike to the ball park together.