Eating at Yankee Stadium while sticking to a budget of, oh, I dunno, like under 50 DOLLARS!
We can't all swipe our troubles and truffles away with Daddy's American
Express Black card you know.
While the city clears out when Upper East Side prep schools break for
the summer, and the fabulously rich canoodle off to St Barths and St Tropez,
summertime means one thing to the New Yorkers left behind: Baseball season. And
whether you’re rooting for the Yankees or the Mets, soaking up the sun in the
bleachers while downing an overpriced hot dog is what summer in the city is
all about!
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| You know you're a 90s kid when 'The Sandlot' made you think Babe Ruth was the best baseball-er of the 20th century. (He retired in 1935, just before Black African American's were allowed into the league). |
Yankee Stadium (located on the
corner of 161st and River Avenue in the Bronx) is one of NYC’s most
famous baseball pitches (2nd only to the Sandlot … duh!) Up until the 80s, it stuck with traditional ballpark
snacks like hot dogs, pretzels and cracker jacks. Nowadays however, you can dine
in an upscale restaurant, or if you’re under 12, enjoy a
classic sushi like the California roll. (Over 12s can order off the same menu, only with the added judge-y eyes of sushi
snob).
With this in mind, I present to you my favourite sweet treat to survive summer at the
stadium!
Warning: the concession stand queues at the 7th inning
stretch can be intimidating … even if you’ve survived the Boxing Day lines at
Barney’s!
hot, Hot, HOT DOGS!
One New York tale that riles even the most die-hard hot dog historians
is the origin story of the name “hot dog”. At the New York Giants baseball match in 1901, vendors everywhere were shouting “Get
your dachshund sausages while they’re red hot!” Overhearing this, sports cartoonist for
the New York Journal, Tad Dorgan (god, kids can be cruel) quickly sketched a barking dachshund nestled between two buns. Unable to spell
“dachshund”, he simply wrote “hot dog”.
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| For that classic baseball fare, look no further than Highlanders. This eatery (which was names after the Yankees original Moniker during their first season) offers all the original ball park foods we know and love. Sound appealing? Join the back of the queue like everyone else. (Just practicing my stereo-typically blunt New Yorker attitude). |
Hasn’t anyone told you? Nobody east apples in the Big Apple!
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