The Ballpark Festival of Beers keeps slinging the suds 

Beer Me

Here’s a tip for anyone planning on attending the 2012 Ballpark Festival of Beers: While the porta-potties on the field may seem to signal that you can’t use the Joe’s actual restrooms, a quick trek up to the concourse reveals otherwise. This was a valuable piece of information I learned as six four-ounce portions of beer and cider weighed heavily on my bladder while in line for said porta-potties.

Seasonal beers abounded at this year’s fest, including a fall Woodchuck cider that tasted, as my friend described, like a Yankee candle, which is to say that it was pretty good. Local breweries, like Holy City and even Piggly Wiggly, were well represented. My weirdest sample of the night had to be Carolina Strawberry Ale — not as gross as I thought it would be. Cliques signed up for their turn at one of the cornhole sets arranged on the field, cigarettes and cigars were for sale, and one City Paper staffer even dared to try the ice luge.

Home Team BBQ appeased drunken appetites with pulled pork sandwiches, nachos, tacos, and pork rinds that looked really good after a seventh or eighth sample. If you stopped by the CP table, we would have had you covered with a big bowl of pretzels, the perfect beer snacks. I bet the guy I saw passed out in the seats could have used a handful. Or maybe the whole bowl.


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