Being the oldest of my generation has its perks. One of those is having a gang of younger siblings and cousins spread out over Baltimore. Almost all of my kin are hard working and I’ve been lucky that many have held service industry jobs. I can thank my cousins for feeding me, clothing me, inebriating me, caffinating me and protecting my dumb ass over the years. But this past weekend I got some news that has forced me to re-evaluate my life. My cousin Taz, F.K.A. Tasia, is now working at Blue Moon Café in Fells Point.
Prior to this news, I had a love/hate relationship with Blue Moon. It has the best breakfast in all of Baltimore but people wait hours to jam into the tiny spot to get breakfast. Back in the day, my buddy and I would leave the bars a half an hour early to beat the drunks who would rush the place at 2am. From what I’m told the weekend bar crowd is just as large and rowdy as back in the day but I gave up 2am monster omelets and Captain Crunch French Toast.
These days I’m only a morning breakfast guy who refuses to wait with the rest of the ham and eggers for hours on end just to get the greatest breakfast in the city. I get hangry (angry + hungry) pretty easily so waiting 2 hours for food is impossibility. There are plenty of good breakfast spots in Fells Point where you don’t have to wait.
But now Taz works at Blue Moon where all I have to do is give her some notice and I will magically avoid the wait. No longer will I wait for homemade biscuits and jam. No longer will I wait for Captain Crunch French Toast or the Meaty Omelet.
I know one day I will be forced back in with the mob. Hopefully my cousin decides to hold on to that job as long as possible or Blue Moon decides to expand because I have no patience.
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