The Baltimore Hons are the knees of the bees. "Hon" is standard Charm City vernacular short for honey; residents pepper it in much like Southerns do y'all. As in "Hey Hon, are we gonna pick some crabs tomorrow?" The beloved term belongs to everyone, but is owned by no one.
Just ask the Hampden restaurant owner who attempted to trademark those three letters; the locals responded with the inevitable "Off with her head." The Hons are revered all year round, but they do have a special holiday set aside just for them: The HonFest. Party goers at the Fest don their best cat eye glasses and stiff beehives. There are animal prints and feather boas as far as the eye can see. The event is a lollapalooza of kitsch fit for a John Waters- esque king.
Just ask the Hampden restaurant owner who attempted to trademark those three letters; the locals responded with the inevitable "Off with her head." The Hons are revered all year round, but they do have a special holiday set aside just for them: The HonFest. Party goers at the Fest don their best cat eye glasses and stiff beehives. There are animal prints and feather boas as far as the eye can see. The event is a lollapalooza of kitsch fit for a John Waters- esque king.