Like all Back of the Ferry correspondents (all in hibernation), this correspondent loves his sports. We’ve lambasted and lamented the appalling way fans are treated in Australia when it comes to food and drink at live events. Having experienced an afternoon of food and beer heaven at the Philadelphia Phillies’ Citizen Bank Park it confirms how large the gulf is between the reality of the Australian treatment vs what is possible.
Firstly, the ball park is incredible. Built in 2008, there isn’t a bad seat. Whilst I was happy with our booked seats behind home plate, we were exposed to the sun and were being slowly baked. After two innings, we opted to walk around the ground and take in various vantage points and graze and drink. My tip is buy the $17 standing room only ticket and take the opportunity to stand at various parts. We got great views of the game defining error late in the game where the Phillies scored from a dropped outfield catch. We watched the maligned closer (Papelbon) labour through the ninth side on from first base and saw the game ending double play. Probably our favourite place was at Harry the K’s bar, which provides a high platform above left field. Great views and a couple of great beers from Goose Island and Flying Fish.
Now the beer and food options are the best I’ve ever seen. You don’t to go more than 10 metres before there is a concession stand proffering beer, food, sodas and souvenirs. The food selection, particularly in the outfield, is phenomenal both in quality and variety. BBQ, Italian, pizza, dogs, crab flavoured chips and Philly steaks. Too choice is barely enough. As diverse is the beer selection. You get a choice of draft beer or cans and the spectrum ranges from the lamentable Bud Light Lime to 8.25% stouts. I’ll hotlink a diet that painstakingly lists all the beers at all the outlets. You’d have to go to plenty of games to drink the range. We made a modest dent and enjoyed every one, particularly Dale’s Pale Ale
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Bladda, the Australian equivalents are worse than you describe. Stand back while I pour you a flaccid VB (from the bad years) in a plastic cup of dubious parentage, let the head and the next 20 mils pour over the side, and groan snail-like to the till. To have a drink at the SFS, whatever it is called now, is to queue. The G is better, but a long way away and fatally nobbled by the wrong sport. Travel well, and if you do happen to find a Dogfish Bitches’ Brew …
Being a massive fan of USA , it’s sports and beers , I am enjoying the posts mate .. Keep them coming .. Big fan of goose island .. And agree we are treated like shit in Australia at sport venues .. Sadly I see nothing will change any time soon .. Cheers mate