We've found that legendary Fountain of Youth, and it's right here in ATL. On November 15, we're setting out to explore the elixirs of over thirty craft breweries, all in one gorgeous venue that'll be (quite literally) transformed into a temple of beer for the day.
The original Ponce de Leon may have spent years seeking the restorative waters of the Fountain of Youth, that mythical font of age-defying elixir. But we really think we could've saved him the trouble. Because, in our humble opinion, no spring, well or geyser can compete with the curative properties of a delicious, cold beer, particularly one from a craft brewer. Thirty craft brewers, though? Yes, we think we've found that long-lost fountain right here in ATL.
This November, a group of diehard beer lovers is transforming the beautiful grounds of the Yaarab Shriners Temple into, well, a temple of beer, filled with hoppy nectars from some of the best craft brewers from Atlanta and beyond. With nearly thirty breweries pouring their wares (many of whom will be bringing along limited release or one-off beers just for the occasion), it's a hop-head's paradise. (Or, if you roll with Señor de Leon's conquistador crew, El Dorado.)
Of course, all of our local favorites like Orpheus, Monday Night, Wild Heaven and Red Brick will be reppin' ATL's thriving beer scene. But intrepid beer-explorers will also have the chance to sample goods from faraway lands, such as Michigan's own Founders Brewery. And even if you're already familiar with the aforementioned purveyors, you can still hit up the festivities expecting the unexpected.
While we won't spoil any surprises, we can say that this particular fest is highlighting all the fresh and creative styles, ideas and methods that make indie craft breweries so darn appealing. Yup, these breweries are going to flex their creativity, offer seasonal varieties and special editions, and maybe even come up with a little one-off concoction just for the occasion.
Fear not, folks: there's plenty of beer to go around, and you don't even have to throw 'bows to get to it. Rather than fighting a crowd just to squeeze into the beer line like at many a crowded fest, this event is keeping things a touch more intimate, calm and — dare we say it? — sane, capping the crowd at a reasonable number.
But what of the entertainment of the non-liquid variety? Well, the fest has that covered and then some, with not one but two stages hosting some of the finest musical stylings this side of the Mississippi. We have a feeling we might just cut loose and cut a rug—because nothing restores one's youthful essence (read: loosens up the dance moves) like a marathon day of suds-swilling. Don't worry, Ponce. We'll pour one out for you.