Good morning, Baltimore

The last picture above makes me laugh because if I had to define a married date via a photograph, that would be it. We made a trip over to Baltimore while we were on the East Coast with some of our dearest friends. The Leongs and we got married a month and a half apart earlier this year, so it is a bona fide blast to share in this season of life with them. None of us had ventured over to Baltimore before, and the port city did not disappoint. Baltimore was enchanting in that it looked as if much of the city had been untouched by time since the 18th century, with its plentiful red brick edifices, stately trees, worn cobblestone streets, and serene harbor. We were smitten most with the food we sampled. We had some of the freshest seafood I've ever tasted, not only in the town marketplace, where the crab chowder and calamari impressed us, both in reasonable pricing and amazing flavor, but specifically at this epicurean establishment, whose seafood entrees all blew us away. We had to order the giant crab cake, because apparently Maryland is reputable for them (though I am not normally a big fan), amongst other dishes, and they were all amazing, and I found myself confessing that it was one of the best dinners I've had in a long while. We were a handful of happy visitors, for Baltimore took care of us well.