{"id":3014,"date":"2017-11-07T20:50:13","date_gmt":"2017-11-07T19:50:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bierversuche.ch\/blog\/?p=3014"},"modified":"2021-02-01T15:23:28","modified_gmt":"2021-02-01T14:23:28","slug":"leatherpants-at-the-great-canadian-beer-festival","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bierversuche.ch\/blog\/en\/2017\/11\/leatherpants-at-the-great-canadian-beer-festival\/","title":{"rendered":"Leatherpants at the Great Canadian Beer Festival"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

With the last remnants of a jetlag hanging in our skull like evaporating water droplets from a harbor fog, our brain was filled to capacity with impressions: We just came back from seeing orcas in the wild, more bald eagles than pigeons and rough-edged coasts and soft moss on millions of trees. In such a state, seeing a person dressed like a unicorn, on a field full of seagull shit, on an island \u2013 may it be as big as Belgium, the whole experience could have felt like a motorcycle race during a sandstorm outside of Las Vegas. In the end, attending the Great Canadian Beer Fest(ival)<\/a> was very little gonzo, but very much fun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There had to be a guy in Lederhosen. We were promised people dressing up and the shortcut for attendees to a beer festival are Lederhosen. On top of that, we saw pretzel necklaces, women with hops in their hair and other creatures we banished from our memory. We remember, however, a giant of a brewer with dirtbike sunglasses; we remember having had a lot of beers, eating a mountain of nachos that were actually thinly sliced and fried potatoes. We remember seeing a lot of people that were merry, few that were nerding-out and we saw a lot of police officers and security. We don’t remember though, how we got back to the hotel. The Great Canadian Beer Fest was that kind of a festival.<\/p>\n\n\n\n