- It was too danged hot to justify going to an event whose only hook was beer. I assumed I could buy the same beer cheaper and bring it home to a comfortable, shady spot, and still have a view of the Downtown skyline.
- No good transportation system to get to SoBro. It's a made-for-Downtowners or made-for-parking-vendors kind of event.
- Reciting #1 in a different way: there was nothing (including unobtainable or exotic brews) that I might miss in order to make me put my plans aside and get a babysitter in order to go to the fest. Oktoberfest, it ain't.
- What was up with those weird open/closing hours?
Unless they offer more incentives, I won't be going next year, either.
So curmudgeonly! No one would ever suspect you're actually really fun to drink with. ;)ReplyDelete
Which reminds me: next time you feel like hanging out and drinking Yazoo, give us a shout and we'll keep you company. We can invite Wage, too, and we certainly don't need to serve malt liquor drinks. Yeesh.
Shhhh! I've got a "buzzkill" reputation to maintain here, Kate!ReplyDelete
(Of course, we would be glad to play host to a Yazoo chill-out. Let me see what we can pull together. Wage? You in?).
Your neighborhood's Oktoberfest still rules the roost of beer-laden Nashville festivals. MCBF is no BMOC relative to Germantown's polka party.