My A’s buddy points out that the Florida Marlins must have felt right at home this weekend in Oakland playing before a half-full house in a decaying stadium better designed for watching subpar professional football games. But the charm of Beer night on Saturday and the bigger lure of twilight baseball brought Slap Hitter down from the cheap seats and sneaking into the first deck to watch Huston Street impersonate a big league closer. At game’s end we wanted to grab some local grub and realized that except for the BART station’s lukewarm hot dog we weren’t too hip to where to get our grub on. After heading into the night we wondered, who would know the local scene better than a national publication devoted to denigrating the accomplishments of second cities everywhere? We present: ESPN’s guide to gustatory Oakland eateries. Bring napkins.