I’m sure it wasn’t that long ago when I was going to gigs and all I could scavange to eat were some fries probably cooked in animal fat or the watery onions that accompanied the hotdogs. Fans of meat burgers and limp hotdogs were usually well catered for.
Festivals on the other hand told a different story. In my mind, the type of people who eat at Creamfields are drug riddled, meat chomping electro-heads, so probably don’t care much for falafel wraps. This is a guess. If you’ve been to creamfields, tweet me telling me about how many seitan burger vans there were-I’m curious. In comparison, Glastonbury, Bestival and the Isle of White festival are frequently crammed with wholefoods, smoothie stalls and vegan, gluten-free variants on almost any food.
Having been out of the festival loop for a good three years, I was surprised to go to Bunkfest in Wallingford and discover that there was an entire stall selling only vegetarian pizzas. For meat eaters, this isn’t very exciting, but there is a certain thrill of seeing over 9 different toppings, all of which you could eat. Well, could have eaten before I had become lactose intolerant/vegan.
There was an entire stall dedicated to vegan and raw food, but, disappointingly with cakes that contained eggs and butter. I was so surprised because it’s a tiny festival, there were only 6 food stalls. To have 2 out of 6 completely vegetarian or vegan is a great result. Worth a mention too was the Mexican tent that advertised it’s bowl of Chilli as vegan. Of course it was-it’s pretty difficult to put dairy in Chilli, but I felt excited nonetheless that people are starting to feel that it’s worth mentioning.
The festival was ok-it was folk music with a lot of people playing harmonicas and the odd accordian. At one point there was a female folk violinist lying horizontally on the stage pumping out a folk tune while her accordianist friend strutted like a Kaiser Chief across the stage. It was a bit odd, there are an inordinate number of weirdos wearing morris dancing gear wandering around town. At one point I was in Waitrose and this woman decked head to toe in green feathers and wearing bells drifted out from behind the detergent aisle.
I probably wouldn’t have gone had I not been here anyway, but if you are in the vicinity of Oxfordshire, it’s a free festival, lots of morris dancers (more of a warning than anything), and great food vans.