‘Cause it’s one, two, three bites you’re out…
I attended a game at the new Yankee Stadium a few weeks ago but was feeling wary about my first trip to Citi Field for a number of reasons, among them the horrible name of the Mets’ new stadium and its fancy-pants food court, which boasts vendors from a number of famous restauranteurs and chefs. This is exactly the sort of over-indulgence that landed us in this recession, I thought to myself.
But when I bit into my Blue Smoke pulled pork sandwich last night (unconcerned about whether I would wake up at 2am with food poisoning the way I did on more than one occasion after a ballpark hot dog) and looked on as the Arizona Diamondbacks took the field, I thought to myself, hhhmmmm, maybe this corporatization isn’t so bad afterall. And when I enjoyed a bite of one friend’s pork carnitas and another friend’s shrimp po’ boy and washed it all down with a Shake Shack frozen custard an hour later, I was sold.
Citi Field certainly isn’t the good old-fashioned ballpark that Shea Stadium was, but I figure that particularly when the Mets play as badly as they did last night (pitcher Nelson Figueroa gave up 6 runs in the first 1-2/3 innings), there’s no need for us fans to suffer the indignities of stale beer and dog-induced indigestion.
