You might think it would be hard for Baltimore to live up the raucous, loopy reputation that's its been given in all of John Waters' films. After all, how could a city which has given the world Divine, Mink Stole, Edith Massey and such seminally trashy films like Pink Flamingos, Female Trouble, Desperate Living, Pecker and A Dirty Shame live up to its ribald rep? Even Hairspray, the most mainstreamy of all of Waters' films still boasts a wicked, outsider sense of humor, now matter how much it might get cleaned up for Broadway.
But spend a weekend in Baltimore, and amid all of the city's tourist-friendly charms--its shiny Inner Harbor waterfront, the cobblestones and pubs of Fells Point, and the artsy charm of Mount Vernon and Federal Hill and their cultural offerings--you'll still get a sampling of the town's funky charms. Chat up locals at a local tavern and you'll soon get a sampling of the city's down-home, non-fussy vibe. People are frank, but friendly. Strange, but kind of welcoming. And that's the city's best feature. No matter who you are, well-bred or hard-scrabble, you still get messy wielding a hammer and tearing into some amazing fresh crab. And who can resist a cheap beer slung by a salty barkeep, and Baltimore seems to have perfected the salty barkeep type.
There's also a buzzing indie music scene, a fun and thriving queer culture, and just a affable, lack of attitude here that makes it a great weekend getaway. All this said, Baltimore's best assets aren't obvious. They're found while eating a really good crab cake, drinking a hearty beer and enjoying casual conversation--and then maybe dancing around like a crazy person at a gay goth night. Come with these kind of earthy expecations, and you'll be singing "Good Morning Baltimore" in no time.