| Our seats were so good [1] this Saturday that we had at our fingertips the vaunted Metropolitan Club menu in our cup holders (hell, we had cup holders), though none of us ordered from said ritzy document. I’m hayseed enough to be intimidated by this option. Besides, even though it’s been been a part of the Shea swells scene for a decade, it’s just weird. “I will have…The Pretzel” just doesn’t ring true for me. Doesn’t stop the Metropolitan set from availing themselves of the service like it’s second-nature, but me, I’d brought a couple of turkey & American cheeses on 12-grain bread from home anyway.
How much does a delicacy like the Jamaican Jerk Chicken Wrap cost to have delivered direct to your seat? If you have to ask… |
