(Well. If we were watching the O's or the Yanks, instead of the Cards and the Padres. But let's not get too demanding. I'm going to save my wishes for the O's breaking .500 this year.)
So, about that pretzel ...

Yes. It is bigger than the plate. This doughy crown, warm and soft and sprinkled with perfect bits of salt, is propped up by three little condiment dishes of unidentified yellow stuff. I taste all three. I tell Ron: "This one is really really spicy mustard. This one is a tangy honey-mustard. And this one is just your generic bland ballpark mustard." I say this authoritatively.
He is busy with a goat-cheese-and-red-pepper appetizer wrapped in pastry. Umm-hmmm, he says.

(Yes, it looks like a fillet of salmon, but really, I swear, it's a puff pastry with squiggles of balsamic. See Exhibit 1 on menu.)
A few minutes later, Ron tries the pretzels. "Umm, sweetie," he says, in that dubious tone. "What did you say this last one was? Ballpark mustard?"
Uh, yeeeeaaaaah.
"It's cheese."
Oh. Right. As in, Cheeze-Whiz or something.
Well, everything else at South Street is fantastic. And the Padres won (5-3) in the 11th!
South Street Brewery
106 South Street
Charlottesville, Va.