The Big Daddy |
My
timing still seems to be off. After fighting the horrendous traffic
in the touristy town of Myrtle Beach, I finally pulled into
TicketReturn.com (huh?) Field. The good news is they offer FREE
parking. Bad news is it was opening night, meaning I could only get a
standing room only ticket. The good news is it only cost me five
bucks. The bad news is it started to sprinkle right at game time. The
good news is I hunted down the what I thought was their only big dog,
a very tasty Chicago Dog. The bad news is, after eating the loaded
Chicago Dog, I found the actual big dog that offer: the Big Daddy.
More bad news: I decided to eat them both.
Chicago Dog |
First
the Chicago Dog. If you want a real Chicago you need to use what
Chicago uses, a Vienna Beef frank. The bad news is they don't use
Vienna Beef. The good news is they use Hebrew National instead, and
you know how I love Hebrew National hot dogs. In reality, using a HN
frank makes the Chicago Dog taste better. Factor in that the Windy
City Wieners stand really loads up that dog and you have a real
treat. And it only costs five dollars. It SHOULD be the only hot dog
you need all night. I have eaten a lot of Chicago Dogs in my day,
this one might have been the best. HIGHLY recommended.
Then I
found the OTHER specialty dog stand. The Big Daddy Dog was supposed
to be so big it could satisfy Rick Reuschel. Despite being full, I
had to have it. I do it for you, you know.
The
Big Daddy is supposed to be a giant brat covered in grilled onions
and peppers. It was all that, only not giant-sized. It ended up being
comparable to a normal sized hot dog but with lots of peppers and
onion. It wasn't bad, but not great either. Lesson: if at the Myrtle
Beach Pelicans game, get a Chicago Dog. They are a Cubs affiliate
after all.
The
game? I lasted about an inning. It was threatening rain, it was super
crowded and I needed some Rolaids.
The
ballpark isn't the greatest. It has a very nice front facade, but the
interior is just ho-hum. The neatest part is the seats are from the
the Atlanta Braves old digs of Fulton County Stadium.
If
this ballpark was situated further inland, away from the crazy
tourist traffic, I would say put this stadium on your baseball road
trip list. But, factoring in that the ballpark itself is lackluster,
not historic and driving around Myrtle Beach will make you reach for
a strychnine cocktail, I'd skip it.
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