A hot dog at the ballgame beats roast beef at the Ritz.
Especially when it's Decker Dollar Hot Dog night at the game.
And even when my poor hapless Texas Rangers lose 10 to 0 in one of the sorriest performances I've ever seen. Sitting with my two best boys on a lovely June night. The only thing that would be better is if the Rangers could pitch. Or hit. Or field.