The way we see it, you have two options: head down to NOLA and bide your time between the game and Mardi Gras in a second-line band. If that’s... less than realistic, you can always play host with rounds of Sazeracs and some of this stuff.
The Situation: An inordinate number of bandwagon Baltimoreans are coming over.
The Solution: A large-scale drop-off of crab and lobster sandwiches and sliders by the
Feelin’ Crabby truck. (Note: this also would have worked for bandwagon Pats fans, but bandwagon Ravens
fans are far more tolerable.)
The Situation: Lying low, crunching numbers, calling in prop bets.
The Solution: Pete’s Apizza’s new concoction called The Game. A nod to the
age-old Harvard-Yale football rivalry, it’s got hot salami, artichokes, hot peppers and other items
you’ll want to keep off your varsity sweater. Or your Redskins T-shirt.
The Situation: Your guests can’t be trusted to use plates.
The Solution: DGS’s Super Bowl catering, otherwise known as heaping platters of corned
beef and pastrami sandwiches, and equally vast quantities of pickles. As for the slaw and chopped liver:
perhaps they can use a cracker.
The Situation: Your grilling skills will be called on, the weather be damned.
The Solution: Five variations on the hot dog from Red Apron Butchery’s just-opened Union
Market location. We’re talking Blood Sausage Dogs, cayenne-infused Atomic Dogs and
Mortadella Dogs complete with pistachios.
The Situation: You’re being visited by friends, family and your friends’
families.
The Solution: The Big Game package at Society Fair—enough fried chicken, pulled
pork and Texas chili for 10 people. Unless one of those people is Vince Wilfork.
