Now the pretzel is known for it’s simple and tasty traditions at baseball games and with that being said my pretzel fetish started there no less. But where do you ask is the perfect pretzel? Numerous attempts by everyone and their mother (not litterly, my mother could care less) has lead me to one conclusion. In an attempt to find out, I experimented (that’s what everyone says but I’m talking about pretzels here).

Starting with the ballpark, I found my first love. Not a cheap out of the box pretzel but not too fancy eaither. I’m a simple girl with simple tastes. Just a little bit of mustard does the trick.

Now restaurants are known for their food but please don’t offer pretzels unless you’re a brewery or a bar. Or maybe not. I can say one of the worst pretzels I have ever had was at a corner bar. They put that folded up piece of bread in the microwave! How dare they!!! That should be a crime. If your’re going to cook a pretzel it needs to be baked or reheated in the oven for that super crunchy taste. So this little guy did not count.

 The real 2nd best pretzel I have had was once again at a ballpark. This one with a twist. I was at Yankee Stadium buying my gourmet pretzel and all of a sudden it slipped out of my hands and fell on the ground. I picked it up and quickly wiped it off and went about my business of eating my pretzel. Of course I could not get away with that without being seen as one of the people I went with said “Are you gonna eat that, it fell on the ground?” I said “Don’t you know the 5 second rule?” They looked at me smiling and screaming “eeww”. You know what they say,if you love something set it free, if it comes back to you it is meant to eat. It sure did!Right out from under me. What a save!