Citizens Bank Park
I am the first to admit it: I’m lazy. And impatient. I will easily sacrifice quality for convenience. When I go to Citizen’s Bank Park to watch the Phillies make my day/break my heart, the widespread aroma of junk food paired with a few Miller Lights (that cost their weight in gold) make me hungry. On Dollar Dog night, the line for hot dogs is a half hour long, at least. That’s right, one half hour. Because in this city, we measure distance with time, as opposed to more appropriate measurement units like inches, feet, or miles. Forget about the line for crab fries or Rick’s steaks. If I’m standing in line that long, there’d better be a roller coaster or really good concert tickets waiting for me when I get to the front of it. For instant food gratification, a short line, and delicious ballpark food, head to Bull’s BBQ. I’m bonkers for both the BBQ pork sandwich and the pit beef sandwich smothered in horseradish. Steer clear of that prehistoric turkey leg, though. You’ll be a spectacle eating it (not all attention is good attention, it turns out) and it’s greasy and disgusting, to boot.
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