(I was never that into crackerjack. What?)
This week’s Around the Horn prompt is “favorite ballpark food” and I feel like I have to start by saying that I don’t like hot dogs.
I know, I know. I’m practically un-American. Sorry. (Not sorry.)
When I was little, baseball games were more about snacking on peanuts and pretzels and the like. (I have such fond memories of getting re-heated pretzels and Reese’s peanut butter cups at the snack bar of my brothers’ baseball games.) Now, you can get pretty much anything at most ballparks, including pizza, tacos, sushi, clam chowder, chili, bratwurst, burgers, whatever. I used to love love love the chocolate malts — no matter how freezing cold it was at Candlestick, I had to have one at every game. Once, my dad and I chased a vendor around the Coliseum trying to get one before the stupid A’s ended. I don’t know if they even make them anymore — it seems like most parks have “upgraded” to legit sundaes and stuff. I miss those…I don’t know, crosses between ice cream and frozen yogurt that you ate with what was basically a big popsicle stick. Sigh.
But my favorite ballpark food?
Girl, you take me out the ballgame and I don’t get some garlic fries, we’re gonna have a problem.
I always thought/assumed they started in San Francisco, but now that I think about, I have no idea if that’s true. Luckily, they’ve spread throughout the land (at least making it to Petco Park), making me a happy girl with terrible breath (so don’t care. Thank God Husband loves garlic too). It’s like, as if french fries aren’t amazing enough, you add some sharp, pungent garlic that almost makes your nostrils burn a little? Heaven.
(And yes, I will totally argue that Gilroy garlic fries at AT&T are totally better than the Gordon Biersch fries served at Petco, just because, but I don’t really care. Especially after my third Ballast Point or Karl Strauss or Stone of the game. Craft beer is my other favorite ballpark food — yes, I’m too much of a beer snob to drink Coors or Bud, even at a ballgame. Except for last year when a group of Giants fans rented the Western Metal rooftop deck where they served unlimited Coors and Bud until the 7th. I’m a broke snob.)