The importance of the tailgate can't be highlighted more after reading the ESPN Outside the Lines article What's Lurking In Your Stadium Food? For those that have read Upton Sinclair's The Jungle, this will bring flashbacks.
I wouldn't serve the food they sell at RFK to prison inmates. There's a reason the Barra tailgate is usually wall to wall grilles.
boy, this is one of those things, do you really want to know, or is ignorance bliss? it's kind of like wanting to know who your girl friend has been with prior to you. it sounds like a good idea, but do you really want to go there? do you really want to know?
Without reading the article, this strikes me as something along the lines of "Million-dollar study confirms that the sun rises in the east."
My mom used to be a restaurant manager at the Palace of Auburn Hills for a while. We were talking about this the other day and she said that the one problem with these reports is that most of the time they tend to be violations for insignificant things like a speck of dust. Or that they come in during very inconvenient times like say a big concert and everything will be a bit of a mess. Though it doesn't rule out how disgusting Florida and the Verizon Center is. Or Comerica and Ford Field.
This is what happens when stadium architects and operators think they can design food prep facilities just like you would for a street restaurant. They don't seem to understand that this isn't just a regular high capacity sales situation. Food gets sold in spurts, and at extreme rates during those spurts. 2 outs, full count? Nobody in line. 3 outs? 500 people in line. In these situations you need a centralized supply, dedicated tasks, and expedited checkout. You can't do this little league snack bar style with register workers putting gloves on to handle food and taking them off for swiping cards...they will get frustrated and leave them off or on, contaminating food. You can't have food workers handling dirty kegs and boxes. If you wanna see how it is done right, visit this arena: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veltins-Arena Its the only place in the world with a beer pipeline so that they can have centrally supplied beer that never requires a food worker to move kegs around.
Fla = heat DC = racoon sized rats If you watched the OTL report some of the things that guy that hid his face said makes me shiver...blood in soup... no thank you... Food for thought - Aramak (the company who is in control of most of the stadium food businesses) ALSO have contracts with most of America's prisons... its all about $$$
It gives them a steady stream of employees once paroled. They also handle lots of campus and corporate cafeteria food services
Good on you. Why pay $8 for a snouts and butts hotdog at the stadium when you can grill the same ecoli infested offal yourself in the parking lot?
snouts and butts? Pfffft http://barra-brava.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=89&Itemid=69
DJ, remind me to never attend one of your tailgates, we serve nothing but kosher or beef Nathan's hotdogs at our TGs. And grilled, not boiled then kept around in dirty water.
That's pretty much what I was getting at. Many stadiums serve Hebrew National as well. As for Nathan's -well - the less said about them the better. I had the misfortune of working at a "meat/poultry" processing plant for awhile. You'll never find me eating a hotdog or chicken again. But hey - if you don't mind tossing a sick "downer" cow on the grill, or a chicken with its beak torn off, with a bit of rat droppings for that downhome taste (FDA says <1% is A-OK!) - be my guest.
the sad truth is that unless you grow it, kill it and cook it yourself, you don't really know what you're getting.
and just because you do it all yourself, doesn't mean that it's going to be clean and sanitary. there are some mighty messy people out there.
hell yeah! jk. just saying, if you are truly that worried about what you are putting in your mouth, then you shouldn't eat out. grow your own rat droppings. errr... food.
Ahhh, the Oakland Coliseum. Its like the only place in the world where the average person spends more on beer than they do on the game ticket.