Coachella Craft Beer Barn

Coachella is the zombie apocalypse with a killer soundtrack. Because of the dangerous interaction between illicit drugs and heat exhaustion, the attendees appear ghoulish as they kick and claw towards the stage in an impermeable surge. You don’t want to live near the first row during a fan frenzy. It’s a high risk /​/​high reward world to existent in, but when the dust settles and you’re seeking sanctuary the Coachella Craft Beer Barn is a literal oasis in a desert.
The festival is mostly a cash-​based society, but CCBB is one of the few areas that accept credit cards. Under the comfort of a tent you can barter for drafts from established breweries like Stone, Victory and The Bruery. Also present are sudsy start-​ups like Coronado, Faction and La Quinta and their beer flows like blood in a Motorhead mosh-​pit. There are some truly rare and exceptional selections, but enjoying a tequila-​barrel aged ale or imperial pilsner comes at a cost. The more you drink, the more you miss.
First, it’s an exhausting 5 – 15 minute walk in 90+ degree weather from any of the stages. Not a big deal once or twice but over 36 hours it adds up. Second, bands perform in quick succession so you’ll have to choose whether you really want a craft beer or see live music. Third, because it’s open to all-​ages, the promoters quarantine drinkers whom cannot leave with intoxicants. The rules are enforced to protect minors, but I’d like to enjoy a crafty beer while listening to bands… crazy I know. Find another way… like secluding the kids, they’re the minority.
It’s pretty much a wasteland outside the Barn’s city limits; low quality carnival foods, soft drinks and merchandise. Inside you’ll find luxuries you took for granted in your pre-​Coachella world like seating, freshly prepared meals and restrooms rather than port-​a-​potties. If there’s a gap in your schedule rest your weary bones here, trust me you don’t want to be anywhere else.