Garlic Fries Return (Again and Again)

Pac Bell Park aka SBC Park aka AT&T Park is famous for its garlic fries. I went to a Giants game last night, not having been to a game since 2001, and remembering only that I had to have the garlic fries. $6.25 and about 8 hours in line later, I had a mushy, stinky mound of "Gordon Biersch Garlic Fries" in front of me. Oh, the first bite: Tangy, spicy raw garlic floods the palate. Sinuses are cleared. Friends move an extra three feet away when your mouth is opened. The eleventh bite: Garlic never tasted so good. Funny, this hot dog also tastes like garlic. The twenty-sixth bite: Cloves of garlic reconstitute themselves in your stomach. The mint they've thoughtfully given you tastes like garlic. Vampires are seen exiting the stadium. Ten minutes after the last bite: This may have been a mistake. Thirty minutes after the last bite: Oh, this most certainly was a mistake. A pound of garlic stages a sit-in throughout your intestines. Your eyes are swimming in garlic. Three hours after the last bite: Heinous. Garlic envelops your body. Your tongue could be served with a nice shrimp scampi. The fries have clearly been genetically engineered to resist multiple attacks of Pepto Bismal. Twelve hours after the last bite: Your pillow smells like garlic. Your breakfast tastes like garlic. Toothpaste is useless. Garlic oil does not come off in the shower. It will be late afternoon by the time you regain control of your taste buds.

And yet I ask you: Who can resist the garlic fries?!? No one can resist the garlic fries.