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Faith and Fear in Flushing made its debut on Feb. 16, 2005, the brainchild of two longtime friends and lifelong Met fans.
Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.
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The Sushi Shack
by Greg Prince on 26 August 2008 8:54 pm 
I suppose if I grabbed enough of these and rounded up enough paste I could reconstruct a couple of original 1964-style wooden Shea Stadium seats with their contents. What is being charged for the plastic variety could sure buy a lot of salmon rolls.
This is a wrapper from a pair of chopsticks from the much praised and highly guarded (if you don’t have Field Level tickets) Daruma of Tokyo of Great Neck stand, my all-time Shea concession destination. I’ve heard no word whether Daruma will alight anew in Citi Field but if they do, watch for snarky stories about how this new fancy boutique venue, it deigns to sell…sushi, as if it hadn’t been on the menu at the people’s park for more than a decade.
As with Carlos Delgado’s 2008, toss away your preconceived notions and try it before saying goodbye to Shea. You won’t be sorry.
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Re: the highly-guarded sushi… One thing that really struck me on my recent ill-fated excursion to (shudder) CitizensBank Park was that all fans were welcome on all levels. No matter where your ticket is there, you are free to roam and purchase all manner of reasonably priced culinary delights, such as VEGGIE BURGERS!! There's no irrational guarding of anything that you might be tempted to open your wallet for, no matter where it happens to be for sale. No one asks to see tickets until you enter the actual seating area. The entire ballpark is yours to peruse.
The sheer array of food on offer there astounded me. Then the next night I, as usual, spent an entire inning walking from left field to right field and back again in search of an elusive pretzel (a fruitless search, BTW), and was greeted by several food concession stands that had nothing on offer but a lone serving of six french fries and three bags of Cracker Jack. Aramark had decided the game was over by the 6th and everyone was packing up, despite a still-crowded Saturday night house. We really do have the most limited and vastly overpriced food selection of any major venue I've ever been to.
Not to wave the red flag of the upside of progress but at CF, the no roaming rule will be rescinded and we may stand in line for whatever they're dishing out (if we can gain access to the venue and afford what's inside it, natch).
And after re-reading your original sushi rant (which made me howl yet again, because I can easily visualize and empathize with your rage and incredulity), yes… I was also disconcerted by not being treated like a criminal at CBP. I wasn't searched (except for a perfunctory peek inside my bag upon entry), frisked or wanded. Even sporting the unholy get-up of Mets cap, Mets bag and Maddux t-shirt, I was not harassed in any way. The only times I was spoken to were to tell me to enjoy the game, thank me for buying a $3.75 pretzel and apologize for the behavior of an unruly child. Plus, the one guy in my section who uttered a profanity was admonished by others, apologized, and then proceeded to behave civilly. I felt as if I'd been dropped into Pleasantville. Except for the uttering of profanity, I could not imagine any of the other things happening–let alone to a visiting fan wearing the garb of two enemies–happening at Shea. And… VEGGIE BURGERS!!!
As a side note, the music they played as the Phillies were being introduced and taking the field? Metallica's “Wherever I May Roam.”
Is Todd Zeile a Phillie? Did I miss something?
I tried the sushi there once, and it was good, but I can't bring myself to spend $8.50 or whatever it is for a California Roll.
I'd much rather spend $9.75 on a Mama's Special or $7.50 (I think) on a sausage. At least those are more filling.