Safeco Field
1250 1st Ave S, Seattle, WA 98134 (206) 346-4001
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Seattle Weekly Best Of
Seattle, WABest Place to Sweat Out a Mariners Loss
"You want Man sauce on that?" says the guy behind the counter as he's about to hand over an angry red, glistening barbeque sandwich. "No, he doesn't," I say with a glare. Husband looks intrigued. "You never met The Man?" goads the guy. I've met The Man, I know better. The Man is the devil. It is a hot day and our seats have an unobstructed view of the sun, but my warning goes unheeded. For my husband, the next three innings will be like a scene out of Apocalypse Now. This is just an example of how the fine folks at Holy Smoke at the ass end of the left-field upper deck at Safeco Field get nice people to do a stupid thing. But when the Mariners can barely muster the excitement for a ripple, let alone a wave, you can at least come here, get a view of the Sound that is close to heaven, and feel...something, even if that something is akin to the essence of hell itself. Because The Man is the hottest fucking thing you will ever put in your mouth. But maybe I'm just using reverse psychology. Maybe I work for The Man.—Maggie Dutton
Seattle Weekly Best Of
Seattle, WABest Press Buffet
Imagine if you ate ballpark concession food every night. Imagine how bad your ass would hurt after the daily confetti commode explosion rendered by yet another three-dog night. Imagine how fat you'd be. This is the reality of all but the most disciplined modern-day sportswriters. Roughly half these men—and I say men because this is one of life's male-dominated professions—stave off obesity through morning hotel treadmill romps or angel-kissed metabolisms. But most sportswriters just accept the fact that their bodies will never be half as toned as those of the jocks they cover, and wallow in it. The Safeco Field Press Box, however, shows these pot-bellied scribes another way, emphasizing fresh cold cuts, soup, and salad items over fried stuff. It won't give us Ichiro's physique overnight, but at least we won't all look like Carlos Silva anymore.—Mike Seely
Seattle Weekly Best Of
Seattle, WABest Reason to Hit Safeco after a Mariners Game
"A hot dog at the ballpark is better than steak at the Ritz," Humphrey Bogart once said. And boy, was he right. The smell of a beer brat sizzling on a greasy grill outside Safeco is absolutely tantalizing. Loaded with obscene amounts of sauerkraut, relish, and mustard, it can seduce and satiate the masses. But the best time to enjoy these delectable health hazards is not during the game. You've gotta hold off until the ninth inning, because that's when all concessionaires switch over to their After-Game Special: two Hot Dogs for $5. That means you can get two foot-long hot dogs (originally $6 apiece) for less than a couple of Dick's burgers. Now that's a glorious sausage fest.—Erika Hobart
Johan Santana
Male / New York, NYA favorite AL ballpark
I always liked playing here because of weather and just the way it looks, but I don’t always go with the way it looks but the way I pitch in them. Makes a lot of difference.
Chad Durbin
Male / 31 / Philadelphia, PAGorgeous
One of my favorite places to go. Great menus too - they have sushi and all kinds of food. That's what I hear from people whom I've left tickets for - they love it here.

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