Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Every year since 1999 my wife Anne and I have taken a trip to a different part of the United States and visited attractions, wonders, and events we didn’t have back home in Indianapolis. From 1999 to 2003 we did so as best friends; from 2004 to the present, as husband and wife. For 2017 our ultimate destination of choice was the city of Baltimore, Maryland. You might remember it from such TV shows as Homicide: Life on the Street and The Wire, not exactly the most enticing showcases to lure in prospective tourists. Though folks who know me best know I’m one of those guys who won’t shut up about The Wire, a Baltimore walkabout was Anne’s idea. Setting aside my fandom, as a major history buff she was first to remind skeptics who made worried faces at us for this plan that Maryland was one of the original thirteen American colonies and, urban decay notwithstanding, remains packed with notable history and architecture from ye olde Founding Father times. In the course of our research we were surprised to discover Baltimore also has an entire designated tourist-trap section covered with things to do. And if we just so happened to run across former filming locations without getting shot, happy bonus…
One fun part of traveling with my wife is hunting for local restaurants that aren’t nationwide chains. We’re not five-star gourmands by any means, but if we step foot inside a Subway, I reserve the right to terminate the vacation and drive us directly home that instant. To their credit, West Virginia in general and Morgantown in particular offered a pair of smaller companies with few locations and big ideas on better, affordable cuisine.
Between the irritating late start and the torrential drive through the Appalachians, our Saturday dinner was much later than I would’ve preferred. If we’d been too much more beaten down, I imagined an alternate timeline in which we sought refuge in the Dunkin Donuts outside our hotel window.
My preliminary research into the nearby options revealed unto us the wonder of Black Bear Burritos, the highest-rated Morgantown restaurant on TripAdvisor as of the date of lookup, outranking even the finer-dining competition. Their two locations offer a variety of ethnic cuisines all distilled into the handy burrito format, offering a number of locally sourced ingredients, vegan options, and some alcoholic stuff of which they were really proud but which isn’t our thing.
Black Bear is exactly the kind of cozy eatery you’d expect in a college town. A live band was playing when we arrived and finished their set shortly after we grabbed a booth. I could barely hear myself order at the counter over their speakers, but somehow we got it figured out.
Our lead photo was Anne’s meal; pictured below is mine. Called the “Irie Member”, this was jerk chicken, jicama, pineapple, rice, and black beans, with the salsa and sour cream plopped on top.
While we waited and then dined, I discovered one drawback to the Morgantown experience: our phone network was all but inaccessible everywhere around town. Anne made use of the hotel Wi-Fi while we were there, but signals were rarer anywhere else. Those mountainous surroundings were pretty in places but they were obstructing our internet lifelines. Thankfully I was also able to tap into a few local Xfinity hot spots, a rare use of that particular app for me. Not that we drove all these hundreds of miles just to keep up with the same old social media, of course. Ahem.
(Absolutely true story. Not even a joke.)
DAY TWO: Sunday, July 9th.
We could’ve had free hotel breakfast in the morning, but our desire for exploration meant sacrificing a few bucks to satisfy our curiosity. Just a few hundred feet from Black Bear Burritos was a name somewhat familiar to us — Tudor’s Biscuit World.
Tudor’s was on our list of possibilities when we drove through Charleston on our 2008 road trip, but ultimately didn’t make the cut because we tried going there for dinner without realizing their specialty is breakfast. Granted, the name is a major hint, but I suppose I had hopes of breakfast-for-supper at the time.
We knew Tudor’s did biscuits. We had no idea how huge. We’re used to the modest McDonald’s version, less than half the size of what was handed to us. At right is my Big Phil — a cheesesteak sandwich but biscuited. Anne ordered two sausage biscuits assuming they’d be dainty and not the size of her head.
To be continued!
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