The Consumption Of Chicago, Day One.

Pretty kickass seats at Guaranteed Rate Field, whose name should be switched to “Guaranteed To Eat Like a Fat-Shit Field.”

It began with fried ravioli. These were so perfect, I’m getting them again tonight. Related: does using a fidget spinner count as exercise?

Chinese food at a ballpark? I like to live dangerously. Actually, it was pretty damn good. Egg lo mein with veggies in spicy garlic sauce, from the horrible-baseball-pun and slightly-racist-named stand The Wok Off.