Tucson Beer Festival

With eager anticipation our party was dropped off at the entry of what I was hoping would be mecca.  The line stretched as far as the eye could see, and I could smell the beer.  45 minutes later I could still smell the beer, and was now hungry, thirsty, and tired.  Finally making entry into the venue (baseball field) we spilled out in to the outfield where the entire line waiting to get in, was now in front of us waiting at each beer tent.  Having to start somewhere, I spied the Sierra Nevada tent and knew it would be worth the wait.  For the wait I was rewarded with the Bigfoot Barley Wine on tap! YEA!  Like a junky getting a fix, I was instantaneously in a better place.  The festival gave me the opportunity to sample some beers I would otherwise steer clear of, and I would say I enjoyed most of them.  My favorite beer of the festival was the Rouge Hazelnut Brown Nectar...YUMMMM  If you like brown ales, give this a try.

Back to the festival... Way over sold, lines too long, and several vendors pouring out of the same bottles I could buy at the store. I would recommend the VIP tickets in order to get in early and not have to deal with the crowds, but then the price doubles.

The best beer festival is the Great American Beer Festival in Denver, and it ruined me.  Because of my bias my rating is as follows:

Save your money and go to Denver. 

Otherwise, go to your local liquor store and mix up a six-pack or several, and have a party with people you actually want to be around.