Street food festival, yes, there IS such a thing and it happens right here in Zurich. Quite often I understand, although I missed all its previous dates… Not this weekend though so there we are, grabbing corn dogs and pork skewers and raclette… and these were about the least exotic foods you could find there. The Dolder artificial ice rink (luckily melted since months) hosted in a country circus-like atmosphere a flurry of booths from all corners of our small planet, offering everything and more: curry as in German currywurst or in Vietnamese… curry, pancakes as in Dutch poffertjes (no, I didn’t know either what these were) or just Belgian waffles, langos from Hungary or falafel from Lebanon, Argentinian asado and Spanish churros (with huge waiting lines), little moi-moi pots from Nigerian chefs and Austrian dumplings poetically called Knödel and Swiss huge baguettes readied for garlic bread… really, there was all I could imagine power five. Even burgers. Also vegan. Plus a dancing panda. But… what was NOT represented there? Eh? Beer, of course! Just a few crappy sorts which kind of ruined my experience, so as soon my folks hinted about leaving I grabbed the initiative, dashed straight ahead to lead them through the incredibly packed crowd and only stopped to breathe at home. Not breathing but sniffing something I kept already too long enough around: an imperial porter coming from England, Bones of a Sailor Part III of the Siren brewery. In this case “too long” was like a week, yeah that’s how long I can resist my curiosity. Now I know BoaSP3 is quite a pretentious name but listen to me: no other name would have done it justice. It’s outstanding and if stormyskiesahead said only it’s “bloody fantastic stuff” you can bet it was an unfair understatement. It has fruit, it has raw cocoa, it has… but what doesn’t it have?!? It has all! Wow! Yeah! Take that, you street food festival not even held on a street!