The Baltimorean version of the Japanese version of Seven-Eleven

Last night I was insomniac. The overcharge of boredom, irritation, meaningless idle time with nothing to distract me from myself made me think a comparison of the ethical principles and consequences of me writing this blog and emptying out my bowels. Well, the value and meaning of the things I put down in both occasions are about the same. The difference is that what I put down in the bathroom goes to nevermore with the flush. Here at BaltimoreEvermore what I put down will stay around, stinking up everything and coming back to haunt me forever.

OK. Enough of Ethics and high moral Philosophy. Let's talk about "Services General", the coolest Laundromat in the World (They call themselves "Prepaid Services center"). That is where Cafe Justo is (Don't panic. I won't talk again about the divine macaroon they sell. I've talked enough about it in the last blog). ...

Wow! I just found out that "Service General" is actually a chain and has a website...



No surprise there, though. If even someone like me is allowed to have a blog, anything is morally possible.

So, "Service General" is really cool. It has Cafe Justo and its macaroon (oops! I talked about it again), a huge laundromat. You can buy a huge variety of snacks there, cash checks, buy money orders, play lottery, make a call on a pay phone (Does anybody still knows what a payphone is?), consult a lawyer (!!!! :O), and the most incredible of everything, you can play in the last surviving Pac-man machine in the whole planet. Yes, they have a Pac-man machine and etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc.

That place reminds me very much of Seven-eleven stores in Japan where you can buy anything and a little bit more. Tokyo alone has around 1,600 of them. And Japan has 1/3 of all seven-eleven stores in the world, more than the US. I have to remind you that Japan is slightly smaller than California. Now, you see, here in the US you can't spit out from inside your car without hitting a Seven-Eleven. In Japan, I imagine, everybody lives in a Seven-Eleven because all buildings are Seven-Eleven.

Incredibly, two things you can't find in a Japanese Seven-eleven are Slurpees (!!!) and Big Gulp (because the Japanese think humans should drink soda, not swim in it).

OK. Enough. This blog is boring my eyeballs off today. But, you should go to General Services on 501 S. Broadway in Fells Point. Even if it is just to see pre-historic devices that your ancestors couldn't live without: payphones and Pac-man machines...

...or just go for Cafe Justo's macaroons.

I am sorry again. Hopefully, I won't keep writing this blog for too long for the sake of your sanity.

The Best Macaroon of the Whole Known and Unknown Universe

I was vehemently decided to write today about two eminent figures that are (or were) related to Baltimore. There were dumbly forgotten in yesterday's list: Francis Scott Key (A guy who enjoyed writing songs while other people were used as cannon targets) and Michael Phelps (The World most famous marijuana user. No, wait. That is Bob Marley. What is Phelps famous for again?).

Anyway, I was going to use this page to write about history and refined culture. That won't happen though. This afternoon I happened to stop at a new coffee joint in town and eat the best macaroon in the whole known and unknown Universe. While eating that macaroon, and because I ate it, I saw Jesus, the angels and all the saints singing Amen.

For the one who thinks that Baltimore sucks, you should know that Baltimore rules big time. But, if you still insist on thinking that Baltimore sucks, I tell you to eat the Cafe Justo's macaroon. The joint is at 501 S Broadway in whatever-that-neighborhood is called. That one macaroon alone is gonna change your opinion about the whole city. Your miserable life won't turn around. You will remain the same old dumb piece of rag. But, you are gonna actually love yourself for the first time ever for giving yourself the gift of going out and eating that macaroon.

That macaroon is the Heaven that all holy books talk about. Moist, sweet, nurturing, with several layers of different intense heavenly pleasures (dense dark chocolate, moist coconut, sweet condensed milk, nurturing pieces of nuts, and everything else that makes one blissful and enlightened). Too bad I didn't die while eating that macaroon. I would have died with my soul saved from the pits of hell, and my life deemed worth by God.

The Cafe (Cafe Justo - 501 S Broadway - Baltimore, MD) is inside a laundromat. That laundromat is a universe apart itself. That makes the Macaroon a universe apart inside a universe apart.

I'll talk about the Laundromat tomorrow. Don't bother me with that now.

By the way, the photo above is not of the macarron (If you waste your time reading my blogs, you are the kind of person that need this kind of explanation). It is a cafe latte skillfully and beautifully prepared at Cafe Justo. See the flower? No? You need glasses and a higher IQ, then.

OK. Now you go out and make Cafe Justo rich buying macaroons. That way I may get to eat their macaroons for free.

P.S. I am sorry, really sorry. I know I offended many people out there. But, you shouldn't be wasting your time reading my blogs anyway

Bye bye and so long. Good look choosing blogs to read next time.