"I forget this about you: you don't actually like people. And that's why we're friends."
And so begins Vodka's 24-hour food spree around Baltimore.
|Good Morning, Baltimore. Here's the Brisket That Lives Next Door|
How Bloody Mary forgot that Vodka lacks much in the 'friendliness' department is beyond us.
Anyway, after multiple wrong turns and a few complaints about why Duff Goldman has sent us to Pikesville in the first place, we end up at Edmart Deli. Actually, we end up in a strip mall parking lot across from Edmart Deli, which Bloody Mary points out, based on our mutual New Jersey roots, is the perfect way to begin the day.
|If This Were a Diner Instead of a Deli, We'd Feel Even More at Home|
The proprietors are originally from New York.
|Which Also Explains the "Charming" Attitude of the Sandwich Maker|
|So What You're Saying Is the Locals DON'T Normally Take Pictures of Your Signage?|
|Nothing Like Getting Killed for the Sake of a Photo Op|
|As If Brisket Is A Dish That Belongs on 'Man Vs. Food'|
"A lady," Vodka completes the lyric. Despite our apparent dearth of past brisket-consumption, we decide this meat is remarkably tender and easy to consume, if grossly lacking in tiger sauce ("I knew he was going to be skimpy with that tiger sauce," Bloody Mary comments in what is usually Vodka's tone of judgment).
|Never Lay Low on the Condiments with Us Around|
Edmart Deli's Brisket: 3 stars