Also she is admirably situated as to sources of coal supply.

(I do not care much for the last two items, myself, but put them in to please the Chamber of Commerce.) * * * * * It is the habit of my companion and myself, when visiting strange cities, to ask for interesting eating-places of one sort or another.

In Baltimore there seems to be no choice but to take meals in hotels--unless one may wish to go to the Dutch Tea room or the Woman's Exchange for a shoppers' lunch, and to see (in the latter establishment) great numbers of ladies sitting upon tall stools and eating at a lunch-counter--a somewhat curious spectacle, perhaps, but neither pleasing to the eye nor thrilling to the senses.
The nearest thing to "character" which I found in a Baltimore eating-place was at an establishment known as Kelly's Oyster House, a place in a dark quarter of the town.

It had the all-night look about it, and the negro waiters showed themselves not unacquainted with certain of the city's gilded youth.

Kelly's is a sort of southern version of "Jack's"-- if you know Jack's.