A Friday night in Baltimore doesnt have just one right soundtrack. Maybe its the hiss of a draft line pouring a local IPA in a converted warehouse, the soft clink of glassware in a cozy wine bar rowhouse, or the low thump of bass bleeding out onto a Fells

The first thing you notice on a night out in Baltimore isnt the skyline its the glow of rowhouse neon and the hum of conversations pouring out of corner bars. A pilsner sweating on the table in a no-frills neighborhood spot, a bone-dry martini in a low-lit