All I remember eating is the shit noodles which were way too salty and the boneless chicken strips which were actually really good. I'm positive I ate all four days and I know I didn't eat the same thing twice, but I have no idea what I had on the other two days.
I have quite a few magic food window stories. Those experiences are mind-bogglingly awesome as they're unfolding. Then you think back to it the next day and realize how much of a psycho you probably came off as to the employee.
Speaking of food, this Globe and Mail blurb made me giggle. We're such food snobs in Victoria that our festival's food lineup is almost as hotly anticipated as the music!
"In Victoria this September, the Rifflandia Festival, which is ostensibly built around top bands like The Flaming Lips and Sloan, will also feature a mobile brick pizza oven, a southern barbecue “Pigmobile,” a charcuterie vendor, a Polish delicatessen truck that sells grilled cheese sandwiches stuffed with pierogies and a company that does Central American paletas – frozen, crazy-flavoured fruit pops. The festival is going so far as to announce its food lineup one month ahead of time in a live radio event. “Not only do you know in advance what bands you’re going to see at what time, but you know what food you’re going to be eating,” said Nick Blasko, the festival’s director."