by Andrew Marder, special to EdibleDC
When you go to the first annual Frederick Wine Festival, the last thing you expect is to bump into a guy from your philosophy master’s program. I mean, you might not be expecting it because you majored in something that “has value in the marketplace,” but I’m saying it even as a guy who actually got a master’s in philosophy.
That bump-in was just one of the many surprises the inaugural event had in store for my August afternoon.
Frederick hit all the highlights of a booze-laden Saturday afternoon without falling into the usual traps. The food steered clear of the overdone festival standards, the music sounded completely unlike dying cats, the venue wasn’t a converted cow pasture, and organizers seemed to actually know what they were doing.
Seeing as around 2,000 people ended up buying tickets, it’s a good thing the folks behind … Read More