It's that coveted day of the year -- when boys and girls become men and women, chefs become better chefs, and all of the media will immediately start debating who deserved a James Beard nomination and who didn't. Get excited!
Mom is finally selling houses! Problem is she isn’t licensed. No big whoop for her, the test will be a breeze! Except she freaks when she meets Kim, a mega realtor who’s sold 358 houses and is getting recertified. She walks out of the test, assuaging her failure with a Chipwitch. Mmmm…now that’s something I can get behind: Chipwitch and a mostly Mom-centric episode.
Yesterday was baseball’s opening day, as anyone trying to navigate the East Village within a two block radius of the newly opened MLB Fan Cave might have noticed, and we have to admit: we do feel a twinge of excitement. Not because of any moony, patriotic feelings we harbor towards The National Pastime, or because of an excuse to proudly root for our hometowns, even if our hometowns are embarrassing. But because of the FOOD. We’ve come a long way from ballpark franks and 32-ounce cups of light domestic beer.
Yankee Stadium, for example, boasts a shiny new Craft Beer stand this season. Oh, it’s owned by MillerCoors? Wait, half the beers on tap aren’t even beers? Okay, maybe Yankee Stadium is a bad example. You know who’s got legit options? Citi Field. Let’s explore those, shall we? Here are 5 reasons Citi Field’s Ballpark Menu trumps Yankee Stadium’s options.