Secret Guilty Pleasures

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slide2Photo: The Peppermill

Guilty pleasures exist in so many aspects of life: television, music, food to name a few. Maybe you secretly watch the Kardashians or belt out Barry Manilow in the car. I do love a Real Housewives marathon, but now I am cable tv-free, so that one has been nipped in the bud. Thankful for that, actually.

Onto food guilty pleasures…Taco Bell. Okay, it’s my real weakness. Sort of terrible, mostly delicious, but later, you kind of regret it. My fave (since high school) is Nachos Bellgrande. I could eat that easily once a week. But my stomach would not be happy and well, I’d feel guilty (there’s that Catholicism). In the not-fast-food category of restaurants, I do have one very real love, and it’s The Peppermill. Some people refer to it as Club Wrinkle. Heaven’s Waiting Room. The Senior Center. It is OLD SCHOOL. Literally and figuratively.

peppermill entrance

My first visit there was around 1990. I met a really cute nerdy guy (let it be known, the nerdier the guy, the more I like them) at a party and even though he was so shy, he asked for my number. The next day (on a LAND LINE, no cell phones yet) he called and asked me to dinner. He was not from Baltimore and asked his coworker for a place to take me. Since this coworker was an older man, he recommended The Peppermill. So, that’s where we’d meet. Having grown up in the country, I was not really familiar with the place. We met, he was painfully shy, everyone was wearing plaid pants (a few with lacrosse sticks and whales, it’s an old sorta L’Hirondelle Club crowd, love it) and Talbots and it was kind of a disaster. Poor guy, chose not the right place for two young people to have a first date. When my friend asked about the date and the meal, etc., my response? “Well, we had an entree and a choice of two sides.” I was joking, of course, but I remember the meal being like all of my meals growing up. The plate contained a main protein, a potato of some sort and something green. Most likely green beans. So, I went on a date in my parents’ dining room. With my parents.

Check out the menu.

Years later, my mother now lives in a retirement community in Lutherville and, from time to time, we have lunch or dinner at The Peppermill. She’s 80 and that’s just now it works. It’s close, good and you can always count on it – it is consistently good. Nothing fancy, no seasonal menus (but they do have soft crabs seasonally…be sure to get them), certainly no “ice program.” Good god, no. Just deliciousness like baked clams, wedge salad, oyster stew, meatloaf, creamed chipped beef, surf & turf and more. They serve things that newer restaurants refer to as “throwbacks” – proudly.


momMy mom is so cute. 

Do you have a guilty pleasure restaurant in Baltimore? Spill…

Amy Langrehr

Amy Langrehr

Amy Langrehr is the blogger and Instagrammer behind Charm City Cook.She writes about food, drink, cooking and more in her hometown of Baltimore.
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