| I have been attending the Oregon Brewers Festival every year since somewhere in the 1990-1992 range. (I have a spectacular inability to remember the years things happened.) Just to put that in perspective, we’re talking about the Bush administration–the first Bush administration. Not only were there no real cell phones (and consequently no vintage selfies to offer), but the internet didn’t yet exist. (!) Neither did the Pearl District, Voodoo Doughnuts, or food cart pods. You could, however, smoke wherever you wanted, and there was a kick-ass old brewery wreathing downtown in the scent of wort and hops.
The OBF did exist, however, and the experience was almost identical to the one you can enjoy over the next five days. There have been a few changes on the margins–it has gone from two to five days, and those old opaque-plastic mugs were finally dumped in favor of glass. But the experience has not changed. The fest is still located on a green ribbon between the buildings of dow … |
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