Run, ride or crawl. Beg, borrow or steal. But don’t miss the hayseed shennanigans going on at the corner of Canon Perdido and Santa Barbara at the Hotel Traymore. It’s a farmer’s frolic that is outrageous. Farmers haven’t had this much fun since the invention of the traveling salesman joke.
Scoot on down there on a bike or tractor but be sure to get there. In my almost decade of reviewing I’ve seen everything from Barrymore’s Hamlet to Nick Haddock’s Stooges. But I’ve never had a more delightful evening. (Well, maybe that one night in Singapore but those were marmosets… Oh, wait you weren’t thinking? Shame-shame.)
Whether these Tyrolians are fussin’, feudin’, pitchin’ or woo-in’ or just yodeling loud enough to shake the rafters it’s
a regular rustic-apallooza! These bumptous bumpkins will do their best to bring rapture to the Riviera of California.
Y’all come ’round here, ja?