So there’s this festival called the Shindig. The audience is about equal parts hipsters, families, and punk people. And me. And by me I mean the most generic mainstream nobody you could imagine. A guy in a band tee just put his heavy-soled sneaker down where my beer had been three seconds before.
For food, you’re picturing hot dogs and turkey legs on a stick, right? Well so was I. But it is not so. Take for instance these noodles. Wow. I would eat them in real life.
Also, they’re selling cocktails out of an airstream. What.