We were standing in the rain at Yankees Stadium last night, drinking our $9 beers and waiting for the game to start. Our seats were way up in the nosebleed section, aka the grandstand, but we were hanging out one section down, on the terrace level. On the jumbotron, a chef in pinstripes was making lobster bisque, finished with a sprinkle of roasted, ground star anise.
Meanwhile, we had walked the entire terrace level, and hadn’t seen anything but fries, hot dogs, pretzels, and the like–standard ballpark food. There were cheesesteaks, and Boar’s Head sandwiches, too, I guess, but that isn’t too exciting. Of course, now everything, including the beer, has calorie labels, which I support in theory, but which kind of bums me out in the context of buying a beer at a ballgame. (Although I am happy that I now know that “bazzini nuts” will set me back over 1000 calories. No thanks.)
Since there was no baseball being played anytime soon, and since I was vaguely remembering all those press releases I got about all the good food at the new stadium, we struck out to look for some better eats. We would never have done this if the game was being played–which tells you that, if you’re there to actually watch a game, not to wander around looking for food, you are pretty much stuck with the hot dogs. Unless you buy a suite ticket for like a million dollars. Then you can get lobster bisque, because you are rich.
We came upon the “farmer’s market” shown above. Not a bad idea. Downstairs, behind home plate, we walked by a giant wall of glass, behind which people were eating lobster and drinking cocktails. I asked if we could get in, and found out that you must have one of those suite tickets. Righto. We found the food court–pizza by Famiglia, Otis Spunkmeyer cookies…meh. I know there’s a steakhouse somewhere, where you can sit down and get a $50 steak, but we didn’t find it, and even if we had, it’s not like you can take your steak back to your seat and watch the game.
All in all, Yankee Stadium is very clean, very corporate, and the food offerings, for all intents and purposes, and despite all the hype, are just as mediocre and overpriced as they are at any other ballfield.
But that’s okay–we came to see baseball, not to eat well.