California’s largest traveling beer festival is gracing its presence upon the community of San Dimas September 12-13, and I have two tickets to give away!
For two days, the California Beer Festival is taking over Frank G. Bonelli Park, featuring 85 craft brews on tap, live entertainment and food (such as deep-fried pretzels… I love pretzels… and deep-fried treats… this could be very, very bad for my waistline…).
Saturday, labeled as “Craft Beer Heaven,” is focused on shining a light on the craft beer movement (21+ only), while Sunday is more on the family friendly side, with kids under 12 free, burgers and a Michael Jackson tribute band rounding out the fun.
The awesome peeps over at the CBF have hooked me up with two general admission tickets to giveaway for Sunday, September 13th, and they’re up for grabs! Click on the link below to submit your entries. Winner will be chosen at random on September 6th, and must be confirmed by the 7th. Tickets will be emailed, and alas, tasty craft beers can be consumed!
Good Luck, and I’ll see you at the California Beer Festival!
California Beer Festival has graciously invited me to attend their festivities. All opinions, like always, are my own.
About The Roaming Bean (109 Articles)
You're probably wondering what the heck is a "Roaming Bean"... Given that I am clearly not a Bean, and my name is Jen, what gives with this Bean thing, right? A friend of mine called me JenBean as a child, and it kinda stuck. Actually, it really stuck... even my license plate says Jenbean. And seeing as I have this grand lust to wander the world, The Roaming Bean seemed suitable.
I've changed my career path more times than I have my underwear (minus all the times I've gone commando).... from animating, to forensic pathology, to international business, to fashion marketing and even to my wonderful and favorite of the bunch, degree in culinary arts, nothing kept my attention. Nothing was fun enough to do every day for the rest of my life. I mean, even though I cooked for celebrities in the heart of Hollywood, CA, why the hell would I want to sweat my ass off in a ridiculously HOT kitchen for most of the day and go home smelling like beef and onions? And the chef hat?? Do you know what that did to my hair?? Enter traveling....
The rainy day I descended down the tower of Notre Dame in Paris, gripping on to the railing for dear life so not to slip and tumble to an early death from the torrential down pour that was causing a small flood in the stairwell, my life changed. When I safely made it to the ground, legs shaky from an apparent lack of fitness it requires to walk up and down 387 steep stairs, I realized my hands were stained a delightful copper color from the rusted hand rail I had so dearly clung to. Desperate to get the icky stuff off my supple hands, and no running water in sight, I did what any other hopeless idiot would have done: I washed my hands in the nearest Parisian gutter. It was that moment that changed my life... I threw away my hair dryer, my rolling luggage and my dignity. I let my hair go natural, I bought a back pack and I CAMPED through Europe for a month and a half. Yes my friends, I crossed over into a savage traveling beast.
Ok, a lot of people travel that way. But I didn't. And I'm so incredibly thankful for that rainy day in Paris that made me realize the world is a pretty sweet place. That realization led me on a quest; a quest to get out there, see things, soak up some local culture and eat my way around the world (with minimal food-related illnesses, such as but not limited to raging diarrhea).
I’m really looking forward to the Fireman’s Brew