Ballpark nachos are iffy at best. And really, how many times can you really review cheese sauce and round, over-salted tortilla chips? But this past week I took in a game at Target Field in Minneapolis and learned a few things about ballpark ‘chos.
As the Yankees prepare to sweep the Minnesota Twins this weekend, I was reminded of my trip to the Twin Cities two weeks back. The CC Club is a historic bar in Minneapolis, Minnesota. While the Surly, Summit, and Bell’s was a-flowin’ I started getting the munchies and settled for a half portion of bar nachos at Twin Cities punk-rock institution.
Philadelphia! The town that gave us Rocky, Cheesesteaks and the Bristol Stomp. The town that bore me, that took me into its loving embrace during my college years, that took a steady chunk of my income in parking tickets.
On our Nacho crawl, we made a lot of awesome friends. Given that the nacho crawl is a bit of a hectic time with me running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I decided to hand over the reviews for this crawl to some of the great people I met. This review of Royal Tavern was written by Jess of fries with that shake.
Over July 4th weekend, I ran away from New York City. However, I could not turn my back on nachos. I spent about a week in Minneapolis, Minnesota visiting with friends, wandering through Uptown, and sampling some of the city’s nacho offerings. One place I had nachos was at Hard Times. While the company was divine, my high hopes for vegan ‘chos were sadly squashed.
Last week, great friend of the blog, Jon Poritsky filed a Nacho Report from of all places, Oklahoma City. Jon runs the candler blog, a very up and coming film blog and was invited to take part in Dead Center, an OKC film festival.
A short while ago I took a vacation to Los Angeles to visit a dear old friend. Less concerned with not being able to see me for 6 days, Lee was adamant about me continuing my margarita correspondence from the west coast. So I did. And of course ate nachos to go along with it.