I’m going to Wisconsin this weekend with my brother and six friends, where we’ll catch a baseball game in Milwaukee and a football game in Green Bay. A top-shelf extravaganza.
But sports are only half the mission. All of us want the real Milwaukee experience, which means brats, cheese curds, and frozen custard – and that’s just breakfast. I volunteered to scout the restaurants and stadium food that are must-haves, and what I’ve learned thus far is: the closest Wisconsinites have ever come to eating better is eating butter.
Exhibit A, above is a mashed potato and pulled-pork parfait. It’s served at Brewer games, and I’ve already packed a fistful of blood thinners in anticipation.
Leaving Saturday. Coming back Monday. Funeral, I wanna say Thursday-ish.
