Checking out the grub at Citizens Bank Park.
A walk around the park yields little: a bland $3.50 drink of sugar water and half a lemon called lemonade (go for the cheaper bottled Turkey Hill version instead), brewerytowns offering different micro- and macrobrews (including hard-to-get Ballentine and Ortlieb's beers), and a giant McFadden's that feels like a frat party.
Hatfield's still does chicken tenders and grilled hot dogs, but has added a spicy Italian sausage that extends beyond its roll. It's juicy and good, even better with sweet red and green peppers and some bright yellow mustard.
Back in line at the seventh-inning stretch, the wait at Geno's is long as ever. It's not worth it--the steak's thick, tough and virtually flavorless. Whiz and "wid" (onions) do little to sweeten the deal. (Should've added ketchup.)
A couple slices from Peace a Pizza aren't terrible--and you can't beat the two-minute wait. Still, the night's special of blue-cheese-and-buffalo-wing-seasoned chicken pie seems a little frou-frou for a ballpark--and the sauce on the pepperoni slice is oversweet; the crust is doughy and white, not golden.
Soon, Chickie & Pete's will bring crab fries to this hectic neighborhood, and Philadelphia Water Ice will scoop out mango, cherry and a flavor of the day.
The novelty of cruising Ashburn Alley will likely wear off by season's end, and fans will stay closer to their seats, where they can make use of the snazzy and convenient cup holders. But for now, they'll stand in line, grateful for food easily a long home run better than what the Vet served up.
Only thing missing is Whitey. If only he were here to eat up the action.
PW's Taste of Philly 2014