Monday, April 7, 2014

AZ Strong Beer Festival 2014

 Tires pumped and helmets on, we departed our house around 12:30 (quite a few Saturdays ago) and cruised to midtown to attend our first ever AZ Strong Beer Festival.  The weather couldn't have been better.  Sunny, but with a few passing, wispy clouds to provide a break from the sun's intensity.  We parked our bikes: got our wrist bands: and entered beertopia.

Not being the beer aficionado between the two of us, I simply followed Jonathan's lead.  We started at Dragoon, with a delicious red IPA ale, then drifted from stand to stand trying red IPAs, cappuccino stouts, and various other ales and IPAS.  Surprisingly, we also tried a mead that knocked our non-existent socks off.  Since our samples were small in proportion we both wondered if the handful of tickets we received would last through the day, turns out we had far more than expected left over by the end of the event.

















We tried brews from a few favorites including, Dragoon (Tucson, AZ), Borderlands (Tucsosn, AZ), Sierra (Chico, CA), Stone (San Diego, CA), Big Daddy (San Fran, CA.), Lagunitas (Petaluma, CA) and also shared a delicious piece of pizza from, believe it or not, a mobile Pizza truck named The Rocket.  I don't know quite how they worked in the truck with actual Pizza ovens blasting away, but the design of the interior was rather amazing.



As the event was nearing its end, we sat on a grassy hill near the exit and watched the departing crowd filter past security. This was some good people watching.  At one point two guys started approaching an atm stand near the bottom of the hill. One, noticeably obliterated, started to very clumsily unzip his pants. Thankfully his less than, but still drunk buddy figured out, the blurry structure he was headed towards was not a port-a-potty.  I was interested to see the police reaction, but think it was best for everyone that he zipped up and staggered to the actual port-a-potties.

Our next source of entertainment turned out to be one of the main, if not the, beer purchaser for the swanky Whole Foods in Scottsdale.  He was stagger-drifting towards the ATM and started staring in our direction.  In true buzzed heckler fashion I asked if he was going to get us money from the ATM.  What turned into casual banter resulted in our buddy taking a seat with us on the knoll discussing his fiancee (not in attendance), his love of beer and his job.  We had quite a fun conversation with the guy and will eventually take him up on his offer of drastically price reduced beer the next time we are in his store.



 Our ride home was safe and thankfully uneventful.  I was glad we didn't have to wait for a taxi or try to light rail it half way home. Needless to say, we will definitely attend this event next year!!







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