It's already a month into the season, and I was able to make it to Dodger Stadium for the first time this year. It was a gorgeous day, the Dodgers won, and I finally can write about ballpark food.
I need to preface this by saying Dodger Stadium is where I learned to watch baseball - it's the home of all of my childhood memories of watching the game in person. With that said, it's certainly not the same place of my youth. My meal was old-school: a couple of Dodger Dogs and a Coke. I certainly can't justify spending $8 on a tepid domestic draft beer, and $5 for a dog and $4 for a soda certainly smacks of highway robbery to me. My friend Mark (who along with his wife Chris - parents of the loverly JS - hosted my ballpark excursion) likened the concession prices to those of a movie theater: outrageous, but we pay 'em anyways.
But back to the food. Dodger Dogs have been made by Farmer John for as long as I can remember, and maybe my tastes have changed, maybe the dogs themselves have changed, but . . . blech. Mushy, no flavor, and barely warm were not how I remember Dodger Dogs. Granted, a 12-year old's palate is a bit less . . . refined, but still. To say I was disappointed is an understatement.
Dodger Stadium has certainly expanded its repertoire of food choices in recent years, but I'm on a stricter budget now (thanks pay cut!) and don't feel the need to spend exorbitant amounts of money for glorified munch food, especially when Dodger Stadium allows you to bring your own food in. Which, if we hadn't been pressed for time, we would have done yesterday. Can we say $5 Footlongs?
Anyway, it was a great game, on a picture perfect day, with wonderful friends.
And really, isn't that the point?
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