San Francisco couldn't be more excited for the Giants to enter the World Series.
by Anna Monette Roberts
San Francisco couldn't be more excited for the Giants to enter the World Series. The whole city is lit up in orange, and the streets are peppered with proud fans donned in Giants paraphernalia. The lucky few spent a precious sum to attend the actual games, but for those of us at home, you can still get a taste of the AT&T Ballpark with these San Francisco ballpark favorites.
Anchor Steam Beer
Brewed in San Francisco since 1896 and beloved by natives of the area, Anchor Steam beers are a foggy city trademark. Thick and hardy, this beer keeps San Franciscans warm when huddled in the AT&T Ballpark on cold, foggy nights.
Garlic Fries
Gilroy garlic fries are a must purchase when entering AT&T Ballpark. The skin-on fries are tossed in minced garlic and parsley. Wash 'em down with a beer, large soda, or even hot chocolate. To make at home, toss hot french fries in a metal bowl with about a tablespoon of minced garlic and half a tablespoon of parsley until the fries are evenly coated.
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If you can get past the petite hostess who fiercely guards the door at Alembic (one of the 
Reminiscent of a less sweet gin-based mojito, this beauty of a cocktail is set apart by an ingenious ingredient: celery juice. And while I won't be abandoning this hipster haunt anytime soon, knowing that I can faithfully re-create one of my favorites at home is immensely satisfying. 
Can I tell you a secret? I simply don't care for baseball. Most of the year this is a nonissue, but I live in San Francisco, where October Means Baseball. While I may not understand the hoopla over the actual sport at hand (sorry), I can get behind one important aspect of the experience: ballpark food. 
Pungent garlic fries, snappy hot dogs, and nachos loaded with bright-orange cheese lure me in without fail, and for as long as the indulgent bites keep coming, I feel a part of this quintessential American experience. Now I get that bacon-wrapped hot dogs aren't exactly traditional ballpark fare, but in the spirit of the Giants' recent NLCS pennant win (and their upcoming attempt at a second World Series title), it only seems appropriate to serve up a riff on a hometown favorite: the Mission hot dog. These bacon-wrapped beauts are standard late-night fare hereabouts, and while one could enjoy these sober, come game 1 I'll be sticking to tradition and double-fisting with a beer in one hand and this juicy treat in the other. Just don't tell anyone that my attention will be elsewhere than the game at hand . . . 
One sunny afternoon, I baked a salty-sweet lover's dream of a tart. When it came time to document my hard work, I asked my boyfriend to man the camera as I added finishing touches. With our eyes on photo composition, we set the tart on the windowsill. He turned to show me the pictures, and managed to clumsily nudge the tart pan clean out the third-story window with his elbow. I burst into tears, devastated that my afternoon's labor was for naught; he apologized profusely and jogged down the stairs to assess the situation (and likely escape my petty wrath). He returned carrying the gory tart remains and the mangled tart pan, and a few salvaged bites of the tart calmed my frazzled nerves. In the end, all was forgiven, but not forgotten. 
