Every tournament snack bar is the same snack bar wearing a different name tag. They all have the same menu, the same prices, and the same vague relationship with food safety. Here is your definitive review.
The Menu
Hot dogs. Hamburgers. Nachos. Candy. Gatorade. That's it. That's the menu. It has not changed since 1997. It will not change. The nachos are chips with something cheese-adjacent poured over them from a machine that was last cleaned during the Obama administration. You will eat them. They will be fine. Do not think about it.
The Hot Dog
Has been on the roller since before your first game started. Could be an hour old. Could be three hours old. You will never know. The bun has the texture of a damp sponge. The condiment station has ketchup, yellow mustard, and relish that no one has ever chosen voluntarily. You will put ketchup on it and pretend you're not eating a gas station hot dog at a sports complex. The hot dog doesn't care about your feelings.
The Pricing
A bottle of water: $3. A Gatorade: $4. A bag of Skittles: $2.50. The same bag of Skittles at a gas station: $1.29. You are paying a convenience tax because the nearest gas station is a mile away and you will not leave the complex because your kid's game might start 20 minutes early for reasons nobody explains.
By the end of a two-day tournament you will have spent $47 at the snack bar. You will not be able to account for $30 of it.
The Line
There are two scenarios. Between games: the line is 25 people deep and you will miss the first inning. During games: the line is two people but they are each ordering for a family of six and paying with a $100 bill that the register cannot break.
There is no scenario where the snack bar transaction is fast. Budget 15 minutes. Accept it.
The Specialty Item
One snack bar per season will have a wildcard item. A walking taco. A Frito pie. A snow cone machine run by someone's teenage kid who is clearly doing this against their will. The specialty item will be the best thing available. The line for it will be twice as long. It will sell out by Game 3.
The Real MVP: The Cooler Parent
The smartest person at every tournament is the parent who packed their own cooler. Sandwiches. Fruit. Actual water that cost $0.15 per bottle. They are eating real food in the shade while you stand in line for a $4 hot dog. They've been doing this for three seasons. They figured it out. You have not.
Next tournament: pack a cooler. Your wallet and your stomach will both thank you.
Five stars for atmosphere. One star for food quality. You will go back every single weekend.
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