So there was this German Sausage Festival in Alberta, AL...
..and it was...extremely disappointing. This so called festival was right in front of a gas station in the outskirts of town. I went there with my friends, Christa and Megan, and we all thought, "What the hell is this!?"
If I had to describe it in one word, it would be disappointing. I mean, all there was...just this one band that was probably picked out from an extremely country bar and one tent that was giving out "jumbo dogs", gumbo, and other foods. We just bought a jumbo dog and left for the car because we felt so weird being the only tan people there.
The sausage was pretty good. It had this nice crunch to it, but it wasn't worth $4.. We were supposed to meet up with Pavlo and his friend, but since the festival was so ghetto, we just told him it wasn't worth it. So we decided to burn some time in Foley, AL.
However, on the way back, we saw the REAL GERMAN SAUSAGE FESTIVAL.
We gave our cash to random people at a gas station. We ate pseudo sausage, not wurst. We were full of rage.
Most importantly...I never got to eat wurst. B|
If I had to describe it in one word, it would be disappointing. I mean, all there was...just this one band that was probably picked out from an extremely country bar and one tent that was giving out "jumbo dogs", gumbo, and other foods. We just bought a jumbo dog and left for the car because we felt so weird being the only tan people there.
The sausage was pretty good. It had this nice crunch to it, but it wasn't worth $4.. We were supposed to meet up with Pavlo and his friend, but since the festival was so ghetto, we just told him it wasn't worth it. So we decided to burn some time in Foley, AL.
However, on the way back, we saw the REAL GERMAN SAUSAGE FESTIVAL.
We gave our cash to random people at a gas station. We ate pseudo sausage, not wurst. We were full of rage.
Most importantly...I never got to eat wurst. B|