100 different beers? I'm there.
Cooking demo and tasting? I'm there.
Local H and Candlebox? I'm so there.
Thanks to Candice G. and Yelp, we scored a pair of tix to this opportunity to get daydrunk.
Parking was a breeze. It was free, and the walk was short. The ticket line was separated into 3 sections, will call, cash and credit card. Card convenience is great, lucky for us, our tix were waiting for us! After checking in with will call, they gave us our bracelets and 2.5 oz tasting glasses and the freedom to drink our asses off.
Under the massive beer tent sat all the distributors on one half and at the other half were picnic tables and the demo stage. It was a little overwhelming with all the choices available, and the knowledge that I wouldn't be able to taste every beer, unless I had them pour half glasses. If I got a full taste of every beer, it would be nearly like drinking 5 40's. The most I've ever had in one sitting was 2 40's, 5 would just seem dangerous and wrong.
My favorites were the Southern Tier Creme Brulee, Brooklyn Monster, and Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin. Legally, I can't say that the Timmermanns Strawberry was my favorite, or the Liefmans Fruitesse, because those were really sweet "candy" beers and admitting that means my Man Card gets taken away. So I'll just say they were okay. Mel R. loved them though, and I'm glad we finally found a beer she loves.
After sampling to our bladder's delight, we sat in the demo area to watch the Chuck of Chuck's Fest cook up some goodies. He made fresh salsa, Jambalaya and Mussels. Neither of us ate breakfast that morning, so we had 3 servings of chips and salsa each. The mussels were cooked with fennel and were perfectly cooked. The jambalaya, I was glad, had no mushy overcooked stewed rice in it. Rather, it was almost like a rice dish that happened to have ham and sausage and a sauce on it as opposed to the soupy jambalayas I've had in the past. After everything we ate that day, we made a promise to ourselves to hit up Chuck's Southern Comfort someday.
After filling up on all the food and beer, we headed out into the bright sunlight to catch some rays and watch the local band 90:99 play their set. A 90's alternative cover band? Can this get any better? They played a selection of hits such as Basketcase, Plush, Plowed, Machinehead. I was a bit sad when they asked who was in high school or college in '97, if they'd raise their hand. I didn't raise my hand, but I was a junior in high school in '97. They said they were going to play a song from Sponge (Plowed), and the kids near me were like WTF is this? Yeah, I felt a little like a geezer.
After 90:99 we left for a bit to pick something up at Oak Brook and came back in time for Local H. By now, the sparse parking lot and barely used picnic tables and stage seats were all pretty much filled, and the entry line was about 100 people long. Since we kept our wristbands on, we had it easy getting back in, while everyone eyed us jealously muhaha. The food and ticket lines were longer than ever, but I was getting kind of hungry. So here's something I learned about the line system. See, when you walk up to the food tent, you'll notice that the signs from left to right read BBQ Cajun Mexican Desserts. Kind of makes you think you need to be getting into the lines under the respective sign of the cuisine you want to get, right? Wrong. It didn't matter which "line" you were getting into, they were all going to give you the same things, so I'm glad I got into the shortest line, even though it was pointing to the "Kids" section with hamburgers and corn dogs. I like corn dogs, I just don't think Chuck wanted me to come all they way down here for a corn dog. While I was in line though, Local H started to play All the Kids Are Right. Sad face.
So I got us a smattering of everything to try: an ear of Cajun corn, a sampler of ribs with spicy BBQ sauce, the cochinita pibil taco and the fish taco. They were all good. The ribs were fall-off-the-bone tender, the sauce had that zing!, and the tacos? I ended up eating with a fork because the tortillas fell apart from the meat juices. Not too terrible, but I'm glad I had a fork.
After nightfall, the once happy crowd turned a little dark, and smelling of skunkweed and bad decisions. Seriously, putting your ass on the tabletop right next to me while I eat? I hate you.
Halfway through the Candelbox set, the skies opened and it started pouring. Everyone ran for cover under the tents save for the hardcore fans, and me who went to the car for the umbrella. We finished the set under our own cover as the played one of my favorite songs of all time "Far Behind", and closed it out with "You".
I had a great time, and I would gladly pay the $45 VIP fee next year. It's an awesome deal, and a chance to taste a whole lot of beers you might not have even been near otherwise!
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