To kick away the Monday Blues, I wanted to complete the one recommendation of Ika’s, a pit beef place off Pulaski highway. It is located right next to a Gentlemen’s Club, you know the kind that has strippers and alcohol. Your mom will not be happy to see you there for sure. But it’s for good food right, they say. Yelpers claimed that the ribs and chicken are no good. But Vickson wouldn’t listen, and ordered ½ chicken. He was disgusted by the dry texture and tasteless meat, prodding it a little before finishing it eventually. Well, I really wanted to give him that “I-told-you-so” look, but it was already a miserable brunch in his opinion. He had no sleep last night, and he met HJ again. 

I can only savor my meal. Not going to let his mood spoil my appetite, that’s for sure. At least I can tell people that it’s got tender beef meat. Thin sliced and topped with generous amount of gravy, it’s probably one of the best in Baltimore. The price is a lil steep, but that didn’t stop the people from flocking into the diner. With that being said, I still had a good time. JC left in the morning and I got to rest my ears from all the complaints.

I know,
Vonnie S.