So remember that ye olde post of yesteryear (okay, it was only 5 days ago but who’s counting) where I mentioned that something exciting was afoot?! Well now I can share with all of you lovelies. The Chasseur has earned a pretty sweet new title thanks to Baltimore Magazine’s Best of Baltimore Edition! We have been named Baltimore’s Best New Bar!
My dear friend Shelly (who I’m already missing terribly due to her currently-in-progress relocation to the mysterious land of Minnesota) let me in on the secret weeks ago. She wanted me to hear it from her instead of some wannabe that will surely be taking over her position, and for that I thank her! Keeping this secret has been awful. I mean truly painful. All I wanted to do was shout it from the rooftops and scream my heart out for all of this majestic city to hear. But no. I kept this little nugget of goodness tucked away from everyone (minus a few like my staff, 5 super-close friends and daddy dearest) for 3 whole weeks, a true triumph in my eyes.
FINALLY yesterday afternoon when I was on my way out the door and just happened to peek in the mailbox my eyes fell upon the ever-so dazzling, truly magnificent, bright yellow cover of the glorious magazine. I had something to do over at P&R so I did something unbelievable, I waited to open the damn magazine. Seriously. I didn’t even peek for 20 whole minutes until I got over to The Chasseur when Mike and I ripped that sucker open like Dave opening Chipwich.
I’ll admit, I was expecting a little bit more, like glitter to fall from the heavens and a flashmob perfectly choreographed to a musical medley of Queen & Adam Lambert tunes, specifically We Are the Champions and Sure Fire Winners (I had to google Adam Lambert songs but I applaud his absurduty — don’t judge) to burst through the door. I mean they were just in town performing so it’s really not that far fetched an idea.
While none of that extravagance occurred it was still a nice little moment, just me and my bearded bartender huddled over and scrambling through the magazine to find our little mention. I wanted to dance atop the bar and sing I’m the King of New York…er, Baltimore! Our 5-minutes of fame. Ain’t we pretty, it’s our city, we’re the kings of Baltimore…. okay, my Newsies references are getting out of control but you get the point. It was a legitimately validating moment. I could actually breathe for the first time in a long time if only for a couple of minutes. Knowing then that whatever the hell I was doing back in this business, I was actually doing something right despite the fact that I rarely ever feel as though I was. After I re-read our little paragraph for the 50th time and actually scrolled through the rest of the magazine, which has an annoying amount of ads might I so obviously point out, and saw that The Chasseur was actually mentioned again for a speed-dating fundraiser we hosted during my Woman of the Year campaign for LLS!
Welp, that 5-minutes has already come and gone so back to work I go. Let’s see if we can keep this train a comin’!
Thank you’s: First and foremost I would like to thank all of the little people who are responsible for our new title of Baltimore’s Best New Bar at The Chasseur but frankly I don’t know any. All of the people that made this possible are huge (and not in a weighty way) and full of positivity and without them I would not only have already lost my mind but life here in Charm City would be practically painful without them. And if you’re one of those people you already know it therefore I refuse to list your names here and inflate your egos any further. So X’s & O’s and all that jazz to you, now let’s go celebrate with some bubbly and skitter across this wonderful city spreading absurdity and joy to all who lay their eyes upon us, or maybe lets just drink some bubbly. Salute!
Vive le Chasseur!
*Note: I used an extreme amount of musical references in this post. I guess I’m musically minded when happiness ensues! And my apologies if you clicked on that Sure Fire Winners link, just note that I was equally as uncomfortable with Adam Lambert’s tongue lashing and pelvic thrusting as you were while watching that video.