Dyed-in-the-wool curmudgeons may complain that the ballpark isn't the place for sauteed scallops or bison burgers, but frankly, I am personally delighted that with the advent of decent eats in Major League Baseball I am no longer confined to dried-out chicken fingers and soggy french fries. From the 14 parks I have visited thus far, here are my favorite foods from around the country.