Oktoberfest in America is typically only good for one thing, and it ain’t sausages. I was very much looking forward to a few hours nesting in a beer garden yesterday. Harvard Square held its annual Oktoberfest extravaganza, shutting down several blocks for beer gardens, food stands and local music.
Alas, the beer gardens were loaded with far too many folks who were already a case ahead of us, so that was no fun. We ended up hitting a local bar/restaurant but not before I discovered what Cambridge’s Oktoberfest was really all about – late Summer corn and early Fall apples.
This apple crisp was topped with a spoonful of vanilla ice cream, and let me tell you, the line was around the corner. Every Oktoberfest should sells warm bowls of apples, sugar, oats and cream. With the weather being perfectly chilly and crisp, a local restaurant broke out their grill to toast up some chicken skewers and fresh corn, still in the husk. The corn was a big hit with the local vegetarians, of which there are about a trillion in Cambridge.
So we missed the beer in the Square but had a few pints of pumpkin ale at Highland Kitchen while catching the very sad Red Sox game. The Sox and I were both out of luck yesterday. I finally found beer. I hope my home team finally did as well.
