In a handful of sleeps, the fourth annual Ballarat Beer Festival will be providing the good folk of Ballafornia, and beyond, with not only scores of purveyors of the finest golden liquid, but also an incredible music line-up, delicious food and entertainment for the whole family.
So, the clock is ticking down to the end of a funny old year. My beloved day job has become my day, evening and weekend job, but I’ve still managed to create the little splash of fun known as BallaFornia.com.
Fear not. next year I’ll have more interviews with fabulous local folk, and many, many other surprises.
However, now it’s time to relax and celebrate the triumphs, learn from the mistakes, and grab the future by the horns, because we are riding that cruelty-free, hypothetical bull to the future my friends!
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I write this while a cheeky glass of Mitchell Harris’ Rosé seductively beckons me with its potent plop of oak and strawberry. Conjured from plump local Pyrenees fruit, it’s a perfect drop to celebrate the end of another long BallaFornian winter, and is a stupendous introduction to the glorious nectar that drips from the heavenly vines around here.
I’m happy to report that it won’t be the only locally-crafted glass of yum that I will be enjoying responsibly this month, because during November BallaForninan restaurants, pubs, cafes and bars will be putting on a spread of the finest Ballarat wines and food.
However, we often opined that all the Main Bar needed was an alfresco deck, two new bars, and live music to make it as close to perfect as possible. Well, bestill my pizza-lovin’, beer swillin’ heart, because those mad wishes will be conjured into reality and revealed when the revamped bar reopens on October 31st.
This is an evening of expertly crafted food, premium beers and some giggles. Peter Mitcham from ‘Beer Blokes’ will guide you through a bunch of beery gems, giving you hints and tips along the way to appreciate your golden drop.
Just over a year ago, my partner, toddler, dog, chooks and I decided to leave the spiralling house prices of Melbourne for the tree-lined financial Nirvana of regional Victoria.
Every weekend we drove through many quaint and ute-riddled towns. None of which quite ticked all the ‘happy home’ boxes. That was until one fateful day, when we brought our big city hunger and thirst to the gold rush city of Ballarat; the town in which we discovered our own nugget of tasty gold… The Mallow.
Those who know me, know that I like a beer and/or cider or two. Not the chemical-ladened muck that the unnamed big brewers saturate the market with. No, I loves me a finely crafted beer. A beer with flavour, A beer with a story. A beer conjured from the joyful wizardry of men and women who have a true passion for their craft.