Blues Festival at Byron Bay

Oh yeah, festival time.

I grew up around Byron Bay (Burringbar really), so this feels like home turf to me.

The blues festival has moved to its own site near Brunswick Heads (closer to Burringbar :-)). So we headed on down over the weekend for three days of eating, drinking, music and standing (if you’re not Paul and take a chair to sit on, mmm maybe in like 20 years i might consider that).

The food doesn’t vary that much from festival to festival. Mainly the same stands, but you always get a few new morsels to try out now and again. But then again some thing aren’t meant to change. Ever!

Liz:  this is the face of the man I love.  Yes he is in his happy place at a music festival with a hotdog after a few beers.

If you know me you know that I like folk music. And by folk music i really mean country music. And when I say love I really mean obsessed. One of the highlights being Old Crow Medicine Show (above).

At times the festival seemed pretty empty, then bam: the place is packed. I’m not actually sure what brought in the big crowd on Saturday night? Jack Johnson? Or just Saturday night its self.

OK, on to the interesting stuff.

I have had these before, and I will have them again. Good old fish taco. Fried fish, tomato, avocado, purple cabbage, salsa and jalapeno. You can’t go wrong here.

This is a pic of the food hall. A good place to sit in a chair. Wait… the only place to sit on a chair!

One of the highlights in the food was one of the worst named stalls i have ever heard of (well not as bad as one particular kebab shop in west end). It was the Groovy Souvi. It had a very smokey BBQ horizontal kebab thing going on outside of the food tent, which just kept blowing smoke in our direction, catching us and dragging us in.The lamb kebabs were possibly the best I have ever eaten. Smoky and greasy, nice.

Liz:  Above is the gang all having a blast.  smiles all round and beers getting drunk.  Me and Lily think that the noodles below are one of the food highlights  at the festival.  I only had them once but Lil had them a few times.  Its a huge portion too.  The first time i cant find Roy when im hungry i go and try and get that plate of food down.  Unfortunately I passed it on to Pab’s who can eat anything.  Back to the noodles, great flavour few veggies and a couple of pieces of chicken on top.  Simple flavours of Mi Goreng and peanut sauce on top topped off with fresh bean shoots and coriander.  This and the Groovy Soovi were my 2 favorite meals of the festival.

And, um… I may have been eating chips while drunk.

Liz:  Roy and Lil having a photo with my new hero’s of banjo awesomeness.  The Avett Brothers.  Roy insisted on telling them that they were almost as good as some other band while he was ridiculously drunk.  Mind you later that night he was rolling around the car park in the mud.  I was in a car on my way out of the car park.  These guys rocked my festival, i now listen to them all day in the kitchen.  Got my shirt signed.  It is much prettier now.  Oh the chips above were from the ozzie bbq place, their beer battered.  They were crunchy on the outside and soft and gooey like mashed potato on the inside.  good when your drunk and need a hit of food.

OK, who likes carney food. I love carney food. This was my highlight of the festival. Nothing special, just roast pork on a soft roll smothered in gravy. I may have eaten more than one of these each day.

Did I mention I like music. Country music?

Lyle Lovett was amazing. I think every individual person in his band could have been a solo artist playing in their own right.

And Justin Townes Earle. One of my latest heros. If only I could work out the chords for the bridge  in Lone Pine Hill.

On the last day of a festival you run around eating all the things you said you would, but havent yet. Mainly due to eating too may dagwood dogs and roast pork and gravy rolls.

The Yemeni food place was really good, just a little overly salty.

I can’t remember the name of the thing we got. It was feta inside some bready flat thing, possibly called flat bread. This came on a plate with some tomato mash and an egg. Also some chilli sauce that was kick ass, in the best kind of ass kicking way.

We also got the yum cha box thing. Not too impressed, but then again I didn’t see any actual Asians in the vicinity of the stall, out front or out the back. Then again i didn’t see too many Asians at the festival at all. Do they like blues up there?

I had a great time. It was amazing to get home after each night and have a hot shower. Then wake up to avocado toast and coffee.

The music was tremendous. I wish the other festivals could get a line up just half this good. I’m looking at you Woodford.

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  1. I have been trying to recreate the Yemeni kebabs we ate at Bluesfest and I was unable to remember the nameof the dish or the details of the stall, but thankfully you popped up in my search and I tracked down the details. Thanks!