North Side Eats
They keep it basic here at Wrigley, and that makes sense. Other
stadiums might boast concessions ranging from tacos to sushi to kielbasa to clam
chowder, but the Cubs have always tended to stick to some more traditional
fare: hot dogs, pretzels and beer.
To get the full Wrigley experience, of course, I needed to
forego a meal in the press box in favor of the concession stand behind home
plate. So there I was in the second inning, waiting in line and ordering.
“Just a hot dog,” I said.
“Just a hot dog?” the cashier answered, raising her eyebrows.
It was a good choice — simple yet solid. The dog set me
back $3.75, while others buying soda and beer shelled out $4.50 and $6.25,
respectively. Pricey, yes, but hardly criminal by ballpark standards. Not to
mention that it would be difficult to leave this park anything less than
satisfied — especially not today, with the sun shining and the pitchers
So while I sat and enjoyed the hot dog, Mets starter Nelson
Figueroa wriggled out of a bases-loaded jam to keep the Cubs off the board.
Three innings in, the game was still scoreless, and the hot dog was gone. I can’t
promise I won’t go buy another.