Ambassador Dining Room
Nothing like scaring a busboy half to death to kick off a meal.
Vodka and Bloody Mary arrive at Ambassador Dining Room in Baltimore fifteen minutes before our 5:00 reservation hoping to locate a bar. Instead, we find a completely empty restaurant situated beyond one of the top ten creepiest lobbies ever, as the Dining Room seems to be part of an apartment house.
|What, Does No One Want to Eat Whole Fish Bodies Anymore?!|
|Presumably He Thought the Ambassador Ghosts Had Finally Come to Haunt Him|
The place is striaght out of Disney World's Tower of Terror.
|The "Manager" Actually Died 400 Years Ago.... OoOooo....|
What a difference twenty feet can make.
|No Hitchhiking Ghosts in These Parts|
|The Only Thing This Hearth Is Missing Is a Cat Basking In Its Warmth|
|Goblet of Wine Dwarfing the Cocktail|
|This Looks Excessively Like Something Oscar the Grouch Would Wrap Up in His Newspaper|
|The Standard "Least Scary" Indian Dish for Weak Palates|
|Mom, Please Cut Up Our Food|
|Precarious Lighting Fixtures|
|It All Kinda Looks the Same from the Outside Though, Doesn't It?|
|So Instead of Dealing with the Problem, We Do the Logical Thing: Drink More|
|One Fish Two Fish Me Fish You Fish|
|The Better to See You With, My Dear|
|Though We Do Know How to Make a Plate of Food Look Horrible|
|Naan in Need of Some Garlic Salt|
|What's With the Solitary Pea?!|
That is, if you can make it through the lobby without being kidnapped by a ghost.
Ambassador Dining Room's Goa Fish: 3 stars