Then there is the other end of the spectrum: the crock-pot cooked, sugary-sauce drenched stuff they used to serve in my high school cafeteria. That's what I got when I ordered a pulled pork sandwich at a Quakes game. Should I have expected something different at a Class A park in Southern California? Probably not. But it was still really bad. From now on at the Epicenter I will stick to hot dogs.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The Epicenter
Then there is the other end of the spectrum: the crock-pot cooked, sugary-sauce drenched stuff they used to serve in my high school cafeteria. That's what I got when I ordered a pulled pork sandwich at a Quakes game. Should I have expected something different at a Class A park in Southern California? Probably not. But it was still really bad. From now on at the Epicenter I will stick to hot dogs.
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