This weekend all us heathens in my hometown are celebrating all things beast and barley. Yesterday after work I and several of my co-workers dutifully headed over to Victoria Park like the good acolytes we are and stood in line to purchase our blue wristbands, mini Pilsner glasses and shiny beer tokens. We were joined by what appeared to be thousands of other like-minded individuals and proceeded to explore the wonder of hops one 4 ounce glass at a time.
Among my favourite masters of the grain were Flying Monkey, Cameron's (from whom I obtained an "I drink local beer" bumper sticker which I wore proudly for the remainder of the evening) and Stone Hammer whose Maple Ale is arguably the best beer I have ever tasted. As far as the barbeque part goes, the ribs I had from Camp 31 probably came from a unicorn they were that magical. "Fall off the bone" doesn't go far enough in explaining how succulent these suckers were--it was like they leapt off the bone and floated effortlessly into my mouth where they proceeded to chew themselves. And by the way, if you clicked on the link I provided you are now listening to Kid Rock murder "Sweet Home Alabama." You're welcome.
If you're in the neighbourhood, I strongly suggest checking out Victoria Park this weekend. Unless you're a vegetarian who doesn't like beer, in which case I suggest checking out the Uptown Waterloo Jazz Festival instead.
P.S. Camp 31 is located in Paris, Ontario and has arguably the best Southern BBQ I've ever tasted. You should totally go--I'm looking at you, Meat Club. It's absolutely worth the drive. Trust me.
P.P.S. For those of you who may be wondering how I got my beer-tipsy ass home last night, I took the bus. Incredible, but true.