One of the big things Mr. Baseball and I planned for our Chicago trip was a Cubs home game—my first! Much to my Southside-born-and-raised family’s chagrin, I had a wonderful time. I know most people love the brick and the ivy, but I was enamored with the marquee…
And the brass band playing Dixieland music. There was even a banjo player!
Mr. Baseball took me around Wrigleyville for a bit beforehand. We went to the batting cages above Sluggers and drank some Goose Island’s 312. (If anybody knows where to find this in LA, I would be extremely grateful.) I figured that and Bud/Old Style at the park would be the extent of the day’s beverage selection.
I went to the concession stand to pick up some classic snacks like Cracker Jack (it was invented in this town!) and a hot dog, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I scanned the board. They serve Mai Tais here?!
So, of course, how could I not get one, right? And there’s a baseball embossed on the souvenir cup, to boot. The Mai Tai was made with Fresh Island mix—pretty tart and not that great, but worth it for the sheer novelty.