Factoberfest at The Tobacco Factory from 8-10 September 2017

Factoberfest at The Tobacco Factory from 8-10 September 2017

Posted on: 04 Sep 2017

Factoberfest - The Tobacco Factory's annual celebration of all things beer and cider related - returns to the venue from Friday 8th to Sunday 10th September 2017.

Factoberfest 2017 at Tobacco Factory Bristol

"How can we possible handle the almost inconceivable prospect of hailing the ale and supping the cider over a three-day period?" we hear you cry. Well, in all fairness, it's actually pretty simple. You turn up, you drink and you enjoy. Life can be tough like that sometimes.

 

Actually, there's a bit more to it than that, and those with more refined palates will no doubt be sampling a snifter or two and evaluating the overall ABV, its 'legs', and whether there's a peachy aroma infused with distinctly hoppy, mellow caramel flavour notes. But with over 70 craft beers and a belly-filling bevy of ciders being poured, you'd better work quickly.

 

A joint collaboration between Bristol Beer Factory and The Tobacco Factory, few local festivals celebrate the lip-smackingly delicious victories of independent beer and cider as enthusiastically and merrily as this one.

 

Aside from the copious quaffing that will inevitably ensue, there will also be entertainment from live music and DJs, street food courtesy of those culinary alchemists at Bristol Eats on Friday and Saturday, and a jolly jamboree of kids' stuff. 

 

Entry to this 3-day festival is free - yep, that's one of our favourite words too - and runs as follows:

 

Friday 8 Sept: 5pm – midnight

Saturday 9 Sept: Noon – midnight

Sunday 10 Sept: Noon – 11pm

 

For more information about the event, click here.

 

Tobacco Factory is located at Raleigh Rd, Bristol BS3 1TF

 

Main image designed by Dave Bain


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Jamie Caddick

Jamie is a writer, blogger, journalist, critic, film fan, soundtrack nerd and all-round Bristolian good egg.  He loves the music of Philip Glass, the art of Salvador Dali, the writings of Charles Bukowksi and Hunter S Thompson, the irreverence of Harry Hill, and the timeless, straw-chomping exuberance of The Wurzels.  You can sometimes find him railing against a surging tide of passing cyclists, or gorging himself senseless on the Oriental delights of a Cosmos all-you-can-eat buffet.