The Broccoli Fest Review 2018
I swear I’m a reviewer….always reviewing shit like folks asked for my opinions. 
. With that being said…. #AboutBroccoliCityFestival
So I went to The Broccoli 
Fest in DC last weekend and I must say…..it wasn’t all that grand. The fest was reminiscent of an Urban Woodstock or bootleg Black Coachella…..it was a feeble attempt at festive greatness but it fell short……and here’s why… There weren’t nearly enough food vendors to accommodate the large crowd.
And don’t get me started on hydration. Folks were literally passing out in the water lines. The wait was about 2-3 hours for liquid life.
The mixtures of artists were also very confusing…..one moment you could be jumping up and down, tick-tocking your ass and then the next set- you’re crying your eyes out to love ballads. There’s no re-entry so you best bring a chair, blanket, and pillow to stay comfy if you want to see all the artists. 12-hour concerts just ain’t my thing. By hour number 5 I was ready to go! The near-death experience by dehydration probably had a little to do with it.
It wasn’t all bad though……The artists were dope…..even Sasha Obama came to partake in the festivities. But what I enjoyed most was all that melanin. It was so many loc’d, Afro puff wearing, curly coifed, headscarved beauties in the building. The cultural explosion of eclectic styles rich in African culture was awe inspiring. 30000 folk and not one fight to be seen.
Folks were just laid back smoking the very legal recreational marijuana. Melanin was poppin’ out there and that was dope as fizzuk’. Even still- I’d never go back. And I wouldn’t recommend it for anyone over 30…..it’s likely you’d feel out of place. It’s a festival for college kids and their little raggedy friends. 
