Bo Brooks boo hoo
My Baltimore-dwelling friend and I were hankering for hard shells on Sunday and decided to use Chowhound and other advice to figure out where to go for them. We ended up settling on Bo Brooks since the Obrycki's idea seemed to be so controversial. Woe was us, when we discovered that Bo has moved from Belair Rd. to Boston St. in Canton, which seems to resemble a mall these days. We were looking for a good dive-y atmosphere, with crab shells all over the floor, and instead got a very sterile, too-big, fearsomely air-conditioned environment that was just all wrong. The crabs were good, but we need sides too and they were not up to the task. The cole slaw was watery. The single portion of fries that our harried waitress assured us was big enough to share was definitely not, although tasty enough. And the onion rings that we then had to order to fill ourselves up were astonishingly greasy and disgusting. Sigh. I had never been to Bo Brooks before and I wouldn't go back. A shame.