This weekend was very cold.

For those who followed my Twitter coverage from Wrigley Field on Monday and who already know this — I froze.

And even though Milwaukee had a dome, it too was cold because there are no bars or restaurants in walking distance to hide away in before the gates open. Despite the frigid temperatures, it was an interesting weekend.

I saw two very different stadiums and two very well played games. Not to mention Reed Johnson’s amazing game-saving catch on Sunday.

With that, I offer my thoughts on both Miller Park and Wrigley Field for those who have never been to either. Below is what I like and dislike about both parks. Feel free to use this as a guide, or not, if a trip to these parks will be in store.

Miller Park

What I liked:

More than just a few restrooms on the concourse, far better than Wrigley.

They serve Leinenkugel’s, so don’t let the main sponsor fool you.

The Sausage Race. You can’t find this anywhere else; it’s a must-see classic —— too bad the hot dog won again.

Bernie the Brewer. Goes down his slide for every Brewer home run and walks around the crowd.

The last time I was at U.S. Cellular the Sox didn’t have a mascot, so that was a new experience.

I had better seats than Milwaukee Buck Charlie Villanueva.

Tailgating.

What I didn’t like:

The dome. It just didn’t feel like I was at a real baseball game.

Too many banner advertisements, though I know Wrigley has ads too, they just seem more subtle.

The Brewers fans at the end of the aisle who never let me out (OK, it was all in good fun though).

The fact that C.C. Sabathia had a banner outside. He was only there for half a season. Come on, Milwaukee.

The sausages, not the racing ones, weren’t as good as advertised but still good.

A strong smell of Cheez-It crackers entered the car’s vent a few miles from the stadium. I wish this was a joke.

Wrigley Field

What I liked:

Tradition. The ivy, the bricks, the scoreboard, the marquee and the organ just can’t be beat. Miller offered little traditional value to me.

Being outside. Didn’t mind the heat, but freezing was well worth it.

Wrigleyville. Both atmospheres had their own nice touch with tailgating and the countless numbers of watering holes in Chicago.

Bleacher Bums. I stand by this statement — no one can taunt the opposing teams like Wrigley Field Bleacher Bums. They do their homework.

“Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” Even if celebrities and former Cubs can’t sing, they’re all better than Mike Ditka.

What I didn’t like:

There were too few restrooms. Enough people can get in and out fast, but too few for 30,000-plus people on the concourse.

Rain. The game was way too close to getting called.

The Red Line. I was out of Miller Park’s lot in five minutes because people actually moved out of the way of my car. The Red Line gets packed with 40,000 people stuffing into one station, on one train, every 10 minutes.

Price of one sweatshirt inside the park: $120. Does the word recession ring a bell?

The ushers. We were the last row; only standing-room-only people were behind us on the first level. The usher wouldn’t even let us stand up during an inning to let blood rush back to our feet, which were numb by the way.

And the winner is…Wrigley Field.