Three-Minute Memior

Rock Fish, Rob Roy’s and Miss Annie

By Jim Sizemore

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33Annie

Mt. Vernon Restaurant, 904 North Charles Street

Baltimore, Maryland, 1970s.

220px-Rob_Roy_CocktailAnnie was my favorite waitress. I never learned her last name, but once or twice every-other week during the decade or more that I dined at the Mt. Vernon—usually alone— she took very good care of me. Almost every time, I ordered a whole baked rock fish (aka: striped bass, head and tail removed), with mashed potatoes and gravy, and either a small house salad or green beans. Or, in season, perhaps I’d have corn on the cob. And to top it off, I’d have a sweet Rob Roy (scotch and vermouth garnished with a brilliant red maraschino cherry), served in a fancy cocktail glass. The Rob Roy made me feel sort of sophisticated. At the end of each meal, without fail, Annie would look at my plate, smile and shake her head. Then she’d say with mock horror, “You didn’t finish your potatoes!?”

I’m now at the age when I can’t always trust my memory, but because of the good times I spent there I have a pretty clear recall for the Mt. Vernon interior. In fact, I recently found a yellow-ish clipping in my files from the Baltimore Sun Magazine dated February 11, 1973, against which I can test my braincell retention.

Dorsey:Sun-2:11:73The Dining With John Dorsey column provides this description of the Mt. Vernon interior: “One long, high ceilinged room that probably hasn’t been changed since the Thirties, with a bar in front, booths down both sides and tables in the middle. Nobody sits at the tables unless the booths are full. The lighting is uncompromisingly bright, but at least not fluorescent. There is wooden paneling about half-way up the walls, and there is a mirror on the wall in each booth; I don’t know why. What this does, though, is give you odd perspectives. For instance, by looking in the mirror across the room and one booth up, you can see what the people two booths away on your side are eating—or if you’re a lip reader you can take in their conversation. I’ve always thought this presented good spy story possibilities.”

That’s how I remember the room, too, and I especially like Dorsey’s bit about the odd booth-to-booth visuals provided by the small mirrors, something I was taken with and pondered myself; I would only add that they were diamond-shaped. I never wrote a spy story, but did pen a bad boy-girl “breakup” short story, complete with Hemingway-esque dialogue, set in a restaurant much like the Mt. Vernon. I used John Dorsey’s descriptions to what I imagined was good effect. In my story, though, I also observed that there were coat hooks attached to each of the wooden booths; in cold weather the hooks were laden with thick winter coats, scarfs, and piled-on hats, giving the room an even more crowded and homey feel.

Here are a few John Dorsey quotes about the quality of the food at the non-fictional Mt. Vernon: “The house specialty is a lamb shish kebab, served with rice and Greek salad. The lamb is sometimes tough, but usually well marinated and one can be thankful that it isn’t beef; the rice is thoroughly forgettable . . . . The shrimp cocktail, accompanied by the hottest sauce I have ever encountered in a restaurant (be warned), were delectable. But I must say I think shrimp are getting to be a luxury few people can afford anymore. Four medium-large ones for $1.75 is pretty stiff . . . . the vegetables you might as well forget . . . . the string beans I will pass over, and you would be wise to do the same. The salads, though, are always fresh and crisp.” 

Of course Mr. Dorsey ends with a description of dessert, one which happened to be my favorite: “We looked forward to our rice pudding . . . and were disappointed. It had little character and no raisins. The coffee was as always only pretty good, but they never seem to mind filling up your cup again. The bill for our dinner, with a drink apiece before, was something less than $13 before tip. Not really cheap, but not bad.”

And he finishes with a short, damning-with-faint-praise, editorial comment: “I like the Mount Vernon, but it’s hard to say just why. It’s even harder to recommend it. Let’s just say if you don’t mind it when the waitress calls you “dear” as long as she’s cheerful, you might give it a try.”

Ah, yes, I have fond memories of those prices! And the food, by my non-professional standards, was wonderful. But of course my fondest memories are of Annie. She was a warm, clever woman; a great talker, too—and I would now say sort of motherly. As for the comment about my uneaten mashed potatoes—always delivered as an exclamation and a question—that was her little running joke. Hearing her repeat it as if on cue each time I ate at the Mt. Vernon had a soothing effect; it made me feel—well—right at home. And which I now realize, or at least suspect, was Annie’s generous idea all the time.

Postscript: The pictures below depict exterior and interior views of Marie Louise Bistro, which is the current incarnation of 904 North Charles Street, in all its rehabbed glory. It’s a very nice place these days and I’ve eaten there with friends several times. But as good as the food is, as pretty as the setting is—and this should be no surprise after reading my short essay—it’s just not the same.

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Copyright © 2014, Jim Sizemore
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6 Responses to Three-Minute Memior

  1. I ate at the Mt. Vernon many times, although I must admit that my fading memories have begun confusing it with “Gampy’s” (The Great American Melting Pot) right up the street. Gampy’s was more “in” after a while with the late night theater people (that was where I first saw/met then local ‘weather-girl’, Oprah Winfrey after a show).
    But your memoir brought me right back to the Mt. Vernon when you mentioned the mirrors, and the very nice waitresses . . . and the coats all piled up. I also remember the fried oysters very well, but never had the rockfish. On the other hand, I WOULD have finished off your potatoes.

  2. Jim says:

    Thanks for your comment, Jacquie. I thought you’d have something interesting to say on the subject, and as usual you’ve come through. If MY memory serves, “Gampy’s” took over the Mt. Vernon’s building after the Mt. Vernon moved directly across the street into a two-level space. Perhaps some other theater “regular” at both places can nail down the location and name sequences.

  3. Jo-Ann Pilardi says:

    I remember the Mt. Vernon being on the east side of Charles, but then I’m a new-comer to Charm City, here only since fall of ’69 . . . I do remember when it became Gampy’s (or I’m as confused as Jacquie about when that happened). I remember the dark booths, and the coat hooks, and I always enjoyed eating there. I’m surprised that Marie Louise is where the original Mt. Vernon Restaurant was. It’s a fun place, but not comfortable in that old-fashioned “down home Baltimore, albeit with just ‘ok’ food” way that the MVR was.

  4. Jim says:

    Thanks for your comment, Jo-Ann. (BTW, I don’t consider anyone who has lived in Baltimore over 40 years a “new-comer.”) During the 1970s, when I spent my prime time at the Mt. Vernon, the restaurant was on the WEST side of Charles (on your left going north). Then, sometime in the 80s, it moved to the EAST side and the building it vacated became The Great American Melting Pot, aka “Gampy’s.” I guess it’s possible that some of the confusion may be caused by the dual-name tags . . .

  5. Jo-Ann Pilardi says:

    Ok, now it’s all falling into place. I was at that Gampy’s a few times. The poet Dyane Fancey, who recently passed away, was a waitress there and had been a student of mine at Towson U. — RIP, Dyane.

  6. jacquie002 says:

    NOW I know why I confused the two… it was the SAME DAMNED BUILDING!!! It’s Hell getting old ! 🙂

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