Not up to his usual bullshit, this one bizarrely feels like sponsored content:
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But it’s also a stone’s throw from two trains that make getting to the park a breeze. Externally, the parking lots are super convenient for family outings and tailgating, and ChiSox Bar and Grill with its indoor and outdoor seating directly across 35th St. provides a cool atmosphere on game days, as well as Cork and Kerry at the Park and Turtle’s, both a short walk away on the other side of Armour Square Park.
I try to make it to multiple games there a year, and I don’t recall a bad seat in the stands that I’ve had. A new personal favorite of mine is paying a few extra bucks to sit in the club level seats with a fine view and extra perks.
And that “amenities” factor? The joint has 39 bathrooms, two places to charge your phone, a place to check your pets (while also usually having a promotion for bringing your dog to a game), statues all over the place to take pictures with and selfie station, the Craft Cave (formerly the Bullpen Bar) of beers on beers on beers, a place to get your shoes shined, the shower from Old Comiskey Park and a bunch of kid-friendly stuff like the Xfinity Fundamentals area. Baseball is a kids’ game and connected to the family experience, and the White Sox provide that in spades at their place.
This is without mentioning the food. Call the park whatever you want, but when you mention it to any Chicagoan worth their salted pretzel, they’ll follow a mention of the park almost immediately with “Oh, great food.” It flat out embarrasses the always-dubbed culturally significant Wrigley Field (like the parking and bathrooms do, too). That grilled onions smell mentioned earlier has been known to ancient cultures as an aphrodisiac. By myself last season, I ate an entire grand slam helmet sundae that filled a full-sized helmet with funnel cake at the bottom that I was unaware of until after I bought it but didn’t quit on it once I’d excavated to it.
The White Sox are known for their drool-worthy new menu items each year, and this season’s aren’t fully public yet, but they've added their take on a horseshoe sandwich to the ranks. They have elotes, corned beef, Tater Tachos, many different wonderful tubed meats, a burger with Merkts cheese, a helmet full of Irish nachos, the Chicago cheese and caramel popcorn mix, tamales and real damn pizza besides all the ballpark stomach standards. I actually get mad at every game I attend because I can’t eat everything I want to, both physically and because I can only take so many horrified looks from people sitting near me.
And ticket prices are always reasonable.
Operators and, uh, cheese sausage helmet sandwich concessionaires are standing by!
Jesus, it's like it was ghost written by Brooks Boyer.