The Great American Beer Festival
Last night I went to my sixth consecutive Great American Beer Festival, for the fourth time with my buddy Russell/Jethro (Russel’s his real name; Jethro is his persona’s name in the SCA); I’ve gone once on my own, and once with my buddy Phil. The festival was a complete blast—lots of excellent beer & lots of beautiful girls. They get prettier every year!
This year the food court was greatly reduced in size, which was a real shame; hopefully next year there’ll be more choice than a standard concession stand and over-priced Old Chicago’s pizza ($7 for a four-slice pan pizza).
As always, the beers impressed. We were able to try some wonderful ones which are completely unavailable here in town. It always saddens me that I can’t walk down the street and get the superb New Glarus beers in Colorado.
