Hot and bothered at the ballpark

I guess I am spoiled, having attended the majority of my recent Major League Baseball games at AT&T Park in San Francisco. Other ballpark experiences just don't seem to stack up.
The girls and I attended a Brewers-Mets game yesterday afternoon at Miller Park in Milwaukee. The first thing 12-year-old Kerstin asked: "Where do they have the garlic fries?"
She apparently craved AT&T Park's "signature" food, and seemed surprised and dismayed when told Miller Park was better known for bratwurst.
A 91-degree, humid day with no breeze didn't help improve the girls' outlook on Miller Park. They were already wondering where they could find the nearest GIANT COKE BOTTLE slide.
It wasn't a total loss -- well, it was for the Brewers, who were pounded, 12-4, by the Mets and then scuffled in the dugout during one of the latter innings -- the girls were able to give "high fives" to the Sausage Racers.
Still, we could have used some of San Francisco's "natural air-conditioning" fog during the game. Plus garlic fries!