We humbly submit that the only appropriate meal at the ballpark is a dirty-water dog and a beer (supplemented, of course, by peanuts, a pretzel, and cracker jack), these acquired from a roving vendor. Peregrinating around the stadium during play in search of Yankee Sushi? Not smart. But for those looking for finer fare, New York Magazine suggests these options.
Meanwhile, we wonder how many of these contraptions might be found in MLB lockers. (Note: Interesting that you can change the skin tone—”black,” “flesh,” or “latino”—but not, ahem, the size. Oh, the indignity.)