Joy F.
Yelp
So I'm here in Baltimore staying with my buddy Ben, and for breakfast this morning he says he's taking us to this awesome hole-in-the-wall restaurant. We're hungover as shit so breakfast (and coffee) sounds amazing. "Yes, please!" we say. As we pull up in front of the cafe, my first thought is, holy crap, why is this next door to the world's most ghetto, bombed-out building? Oh right--this is Baltimore. It adds charm. Okay, up the stairs we go.
Inside, the decor is warm and colorful, with art scattered on the walls, new and old newspapers and magazines laid out for your reading pleasure, and a handful of obvious locals seated all around.
Ben leads us into the back where we are greeted by the world's most precious sassy gay black man. I love you!! GET IN MY POCKET! (I refrain from saying this out loud.) He takes our order, serves up some adorable banter, and gives us mugs for "bottomless" coffee. Yes. Yes. I really love you. (The coffee, by the way, is fresh, delicious, and never-ending. There's also simple syrup available at the serve-yourself coffee station--bonus points.)
The food here, to be fair, is not mind-blowing. It's no Meatball Shop. It doesn't give me multiple orgasms. BUT--it is tasty. It is home-cooked by a friendly old dude who will call you sugar. It is covered in butter. It is a lot more things I also like. And it is served, most importantly, by an adorable sassy gay black man with an awesome African tunic and a mini-mohawk. You will want to put him in your pocket.
The service is decent. The regulars are friendly. The prices are ridiculous(ly low). The staff is unfairly adorable.