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Drink Sat Jul 17 2010
So I'm just going to get this out of the way right up front: I'm a Cubs fan, not a White Sox fan. Thus, this post is inherently biased. As a lifelong Cubs fan, I consider it my duty to give fellow fans something to cheer about this season, and this, my true blue friends, is it: The margarita at Wrigley is better than the margarita at U.S Cellular.
Now, you may be asking yourself, "If she's a Cubs fan, what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks was she doing at U.S. Cellular, anyway?"
I married a Sox fan.
So every year, we hit up both parks at least once. Last Saturday, we had a great time tailgating at the White Sox game with our friend Cindy, perhaps the greatest White Sox fan of all time. She has a White Sox corn hole game in the trunk of her car at all times, plus she sports tennis shoes with a White Sox logo on them. When it big, fat, cold rain drops poured down on us during the fourth inning, she toughed it out, even though we didn't enter the stadium in time to get our free White Sox beach towel.
Then, this past Wednesday, we joined my family for a game at Wrigley. They won! By a lot! It was scorchingly hot, but we took the time to pay our respects to the Haray Caray statue and to wave hello to my brother, Tony's, commemorative paver, which we bought him a few years back for Christmas. When he lived in Kosovo several years ago, he purchased an online radio package that allowed him to listen to Cubs games at odd hours of the day. He and Cindy should really go toe-to-toe in a Superfan Throwdown.
Anyway, about those margaritas. At U.S. Cellular, I got what I expected: a margarita made with cloyingly sweet mix. It was on the decently strong side, but so sugary I almost went to ask for more ice to water it down. Wrigley's margarita also was prepared with a mix (obviously), but because it was frozen, the added ice and air leveled out the sweetness for a more balanced drink. It was the perfect accompaniment to my standard Wrigley dinner: chicken sandwich with nacho cheese, plus extra-hot, extra-cheese nachos.
I should be perfectly clear that neither margarita is in the running for best margarita in this contest. But I'm glad I'm a Cubs fan because I'd rather drink the margarita at Wrigley. And White Sox fans, until your guys bring the pennant back to Chicago, you can stuff the inevitable jokes about drinking to drown my sorrows.