The spot serves up serious aesthetics (think: lovely glassware, kababs and tahdig on silver trays, and thoughtful garnishes) that are uncommon in strip-mall dining.
Now little more than a sleepy whistle-stop, it’s part of an unlikely tale intertwined with the Baltimore railroad, the Appalachian Mountains, and Maryland history.
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