St.George is a bit of an odd fellow. He didn't even get us a day off work. Instead, we spend the…read moreweekend prior to the actual event drinking, eating meat, and watching men walking around in chainmail.
We spotted the festival on Friday when walking through Albert Square and were intrigued. When we woke up on Saturday and the sun was shining, we knew we had to make the most of it, and headed towards Albert Square. Spanning three days, this event is supposed to be a celebrationg of all things British, with lashings of beer, cider, and hog roast. However, there's something lacking here - is it because he never got us our much longed after day off? The event was supposed to kick off on Friday but nothing was ready. Even when we turned up on Saturday, past 12o'clock, the signage above the bar tent was only just being put up, and there was an air of nothing really being ready. There was a selection of real ale/beer available, including the newly released Manchester pale ale, but a lack of real cider; one on tap or Bulmers from the fridge.
Stall wise there was hook a duck and another fairground game, the Barnhouse Bistro, a fish&chip stall, cakes by LulaBelle, everything you could imagine with an English flag printed on it, and some donkey's to pet. Somewhat of an odd mix. In amongst all of this were folks dressed as St.George himself and a music stage featuring brass bands, 'rock' bands, and that girl who sings on Marketing Street. We had hog roast in our minds but, as with the rest of the event, it obviously wasn't ready, so we opted for the Barnhouse Bistro, something we experienced at Guerilla Eats. A burger and a hot dog later we were sat in the sun with our beer and cider, taking it all in.
We had a good time, but it was little to do with the event and more to do with the sun and availability of seating. Maybe next year Georgey boy.