The East Real Festival has always been one of the more novel ones. You never know exactly what you’ll find there, and I’ll never forget the time a couple years ago when I saw a huge tattoo of a beet on a man’s muscular arm, which pretty much sums up the overall spirit of the festival.
There seems to be less of an emphasis on local breweries this year, with no mention of the “Meet the Brewer” table where brewers told turns pouring their beers at a table for an hour at a time, answering questions and chatting away about there beers, or whatever. There’s still going to be an impressive list of breweries. My weekend plans are still a little up in the air, but hope to see you there.