Town Point Park in Norfolk is home to some of the best festivals around. Bayou Boogaloo is a…read morepersonal favorite, Embrace the Culture is another. When the sun is shining and it is at least somewhat warm, you can easily point your compass in this direction and find something worthwhile.
But whoever came up with Ribtoberfest.....this person needs a medal. Crossed pig bones WITH BBQ Sauce device and cole slaw clusters.
This year the combination was slowly cooked meat and slowly sizzling blues. Two of my favorite things in the universe, and the Scheduling Gawds smiled on me and kept me close enough to 757 to actually physically attend. When faced with Destiny, why fight it?
If you like ribs (and who doesn't), this is Nirvana. The choices are off the charts, all varieties, all flavors. Vendors set up their makeshift kitchens and envelop the surroundings with the succulent odor of Pigs giving the Ultimate Sacrifice. For those about to roast, we salute you!
For something different, I chose the Korean BBQ rib platter.
(Insert protracted silence here as if remembering fallen comrades with a private moment of honor.)
My words cannot do justice to the taste, even served with plastic utensils and consumed standing up at a Long Board previously used to demonstrate waterboarding techniques. The atmosphere was strangely reminiscent of when my (now deceased) Uncle Larry roared my sister and me through the sketchy parts of Los Angeles in 1975 in search of the perfect Lamb Sandwich served in a deli with no tables and bars on the windows. Imagine Ward Cleaver herding Wally and The Beav to their front row seats at Showtime at the Apollo and you will have an accurate mental picture of that day.
Not to suggest that we here in Norfolk are of the sketchy variety, far from it. You see, all of those gathered were brethren. The Great Calendar had ticked past Labour Day so all of the tourist packed up their plastic beach chairs and tubs of stale Coppertone and headed back to New Jersey in contrary migratory fashion.
Nope, this festival is all ours. And we earned it.
So the food. Yep, it was tasty and plentiful. A few years ago, Norfolk proudly claimed the title of Fattest City in the US. Ribtoberfest will do little to put that memory into the rearview mirror. With any luck at all, we will regain our rightful title, maybe get Elizabeth River Crossing Toll Nazi Corp to include it on the inflated bills they are sending out to those without an EZPass. Kind of an ersatz sponsorship/promotional type letterhead across the top. Indeed, we could probably convince them to jack up the price of leaving Norfolk and heading to Portsmouth (our much skinnier neighbor).
(Editor's note: Umm....weren't we talking about a festival here someplace?)
The second wheel of this delightful scooter of a Saturday was the music. Blues cuts me to the core, I would crawl barefoot through a Chicago snowstorm to hear a guitarist torture a vintage Stratocaster, armed only with a pentatonic scale. This year had a lineup of local favorites that swaggered and electrified. The JD Slivia Band is one of my absolute favorites and they certainly did NOT disappoint. The coolest part, though, is that JD is one of the nicest, most positive people that you will ever meet. Go and hear them sometime, it will be well worth your time.
As if that wasn't enough, the guy who figured this out had the foresight to also toss in a very liberal dose of local microbreweries hocking their swill. Wait, you mean I can eat ribs, hear scorched-earth blues AND imbibe Young Veterans Pineapple Grenade? Truly, in Heaven there is no Beer....because we drank it all at Ribtoberfest.
So this one goes on the calendar along with Bayou Boogaloo.