Mays entrance, right at the top is the park's only Hebrew National
stand, which isn't listed on the AT&T Park concessions
map. The franks (and Polish sausage, if you're that type of eater)
are richer, beefier, and altogether better than the no-name dogs served throughout the park.
3. Bribe someone to let you into the Club Level concession area. No
lines for the bathroom, no lines for most of the food stands,
well-brined turkey breast and decent barbecued brisket at the Carvery
stand, and freshly mixed caramel corn. We bought a box of the corn, and
it was ridiculously gooey. Disgustingly gooey.Well, almost
disgusting, we decided, as my friend and I shoved the almost-empty
container into a drink holder and backed away from it.
Other notes: Wasn't feeling the Gilroy garlic fries ― believe it or not, they
could have used more garlic ― and rumors of the return of the lobster
roll proved unfounded. One rumor I was unable to confirm: That the
nachos delivered to you in the bleachers are better than the ones you
pick up at the stalls. This true?