March 29, 2018
Since we got locked out of the main parking lot two years in a row and didn't see the opening ceremonies for the last two years, we left for Citi Field this morning at 9:30am. Can you believe that? 9:30 for a 1:10pm start time. Our overwhelming sense of paranoia paid off because we were able to get into the parking lot by 10:45 am (parking is up to $25 now, by the way). It was perfect. It was pouring, gates opened at 11, and we had plenty of spots to choose from. We pulled into one and enjoyed a pair of Stella Atrois cidres like a pair of basic bitches while we waited for the rain to ease up.
Again, because we're overwhelmingly paranoid, we headed into the stadium at 11:45 because we didn't want to wait on those ridiculous security lines and potentially miss opening ceremonies. Once inside, we did a lap around the main concourse to determine what we'd be partaking in during feeding time. Serena decided that she'd get a chicken parm hero from Nicoletta's and Lisa chose the Bash Burger from...Bash Burger. We agreed to go separately and reconvene at one of the hi-top tables in center field to eat. Lisa was not even halfway to the Bash Burger stand when Serena discovered that Mr. and Mrs. Met was out for photographs. Lisa came right back. It was, in fact, an emergency. It needed to be done. Please notice our sign that Lisa whipped up in a jiff. You'll probably have to zoom in.
After our amazing photo op, we returned to the original plan of feeding. While on line, Serena noticed something called, "loaded pizza fries." This felt extremely important, so she ordered a platter of the fries in addition to a chicken parm hero. The hero was $14 and the fries were $9.50.
The game began and since we wanted to actually see opening day ceremonies, Serena rushed to meet Lisa at her food line, which she abandoned because it was too long. We stood behind the rows of seats with a bunch of drunk ass clowns to watch the ceremony. We ate all of the pizza fries. They were a little cold, but AMAZING. Here is a photo:
What's noteworthy about our time in this location has nothing to do with the actual ceremony and everything to do with the drunk ass clowns. The man standing directly next to Lisa kept spitting. Not just a little spit. Not just once in a while. By the time the ceremony was complete, there was a legit puddle of phlegm sitting on the floor next to Lisa's shoe. We've never seen so much spittle in one place. Ever. We would've taken a photo, but Lisa was too busy dry heaving and when Lisa dry heaves, it makes Serena want to dry heave, so we had to bail.
Lisa finally got her Bash Burger. Her burger was a Pat LaFrieda patty topped with onion and bacon jam, pickles, American cheese, and special sauce. All for the glorious price of $13.50.
We ate at one of the hi-top tables in center field where we watched the start of the game on the large television screen behind the scoreboard. Both sandwiches were pretty cold so we couldn't decide if we weren't that impressed with them because of their temperature or if they just weren't that great.
We made it upstairs to our seats just in time to witness a Yadier Molina 2-run homerun, allowing the Cardinals to take an early 2-1 lead.
From our seats, we could see that the Mets had added the number 10 to the pitcher's mound in memorium of Rusty Staub, who died earlier this morning at the age of 73. You can see it in this picture if you look very closely. Maybe blow it up on your computer or something. Zoom in. It's totally there.
An honorable mention goes to our delightful hot cocoas in a travel Mets mug. It's adorable, warm and cozy, and roughly $10/each.
We actually enjoyed our seats until our neighbor finally arrived in the 4th inning. He was a real piece of work. For starters, he was a large man, which we aren't judging him for. Things happen. Okay? We've gotten slightly larger over the years and it's totally not our faults. It's certainly not a result from our poor diets. Or lack of physical activity. It's definitely someone else's fault. Anyway, we digress. So, he's large and takes up a shit ton of space and kind of sort of invades Lisa's personal space, but that's not why we strongly disliked him. He slammed himself quite obnoxiously into his seat and immediately started chewing Lisa's ear off, which is simply rude. Dude, we're here to watch the f*cking game. Exchange pleasantries, of course. But this is not lunch period. We're specifically here for one reason and that is to enjoy a baseball game. Thank you very much. He kept trying to get Lisa to buy some of his season tickets. Then he made it a point to mention how difficult it is to find single girls who also like the Mets (because apparently they're all Yankees' fans - what? That makes no sense). Lisa slickly mentioned our boyfriends to get him off our backs and then the guy turned into a total a-hole. Like a child who doesn't get their way or a sore loser.
We headed down to the main concourse at the top of the 8th because we wanted to try the new Wowfulls stand. For $12, you can choose from one of the following options:
Home Sweet Home
Chocolate Heaven
Strawberry Fields
Home Sweet Home had vanilla ice cream topped with Fruity Pebbles, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and sprinkles. Chocolate Heaven had chocolate shake ice cream topped with Oreo crumbles, chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and whipped cream. Finally, Strawberry Fields had strawberry cheesecake ice cream topped with French Toast Crunch, caramel sauce, sprinkles, and whipped cream. All were tucked in a delicious waffle. Lisa went with Home Sweet Home while Serena chose Strawberry Fields.
The line to the stand was so long that we basically ended the game here, watching the game on the small television attached to the wall. While Serena continued to wait online, Lisa ran over to document the last out of the game and Mets' first win of the season.
Final score 9-4. After the game, we sat in the car playing Disney Emoji Blitz and answering emails while we waited for the parking lot to clear out.
