Arts Beats and Eats (check the site for the music lineup) moved to Royal Oak this year, while it was previously held in Pontiac. I love Royal Oak, and I was really excited. So, Sunday, we got there around 3. Couldn’t find parking (even paid) anywhere close, so we parked in a lot next to i96. Parking on the side streets required permits for residents ( good idea). Guess how much parking was? $15. Yes, fifteen dollars. Which on top of, we had to walk for like a mile. Granted I know every time its the first of something there are kinks that need to be ironed out, but $15 is crazy for parking.
SO, we get there. Guess what? A line. A line for what? An entrance fee. How much? $3. Fine, whatever. But once you are inside, you realize 1/2 the booths were advertisers (in case you were looking for insulation for your attic between band sets). So why the entrance fee then?
Anyways, we get in there, where is the ART? Um, no maps or signs so it took over 1/2 hour to figure out where everything was. At that point I was like, whatever, here to have fun, here to chill, move on. Ok. But guess what, you could not move! You couldn’t look. You couldn’t stop. You were jam packed in a sea of humans.
Apparently they didn’t expect that many people. Well, then don’t have it on Washington street. Which is one street off Main St. This time I couldn’t take great pics. Remember the Plymouth Art fair?
Did you know Hour magazine is based out of Royal Oak?
The one thing about the art is, I wish they would bring more up and coming artists in. Some paintings were thousands of dollars. Michigan’s young artists need the exposure, and then we could actually buy something! I’m not going to spend 350$ on a signed print.
Then the Food. Sorry, but it was terrible. Terrible lines, terrible selections and not vegetarian / kosher / halal friendly. This basically meant we were stuck at this truck, especially since we had already bought 16 tickets (non-refundable) for $10 (which is the minimum).
Stuck with this menu (and yes, it says chicken on a stick):
So, we ended up with oily heavy elephant ear ($5)
And oily soggy cheese fries. I love fries. If they were crunchy and good I really would’ve been happy especially since we skipped breakfast looking forward to ABE. The cheese was watery too. Weird. Oh, and guess what, this much for $5.
It’s not my style to hate. But really, I was seething that day. I felt ripped off, tired, and disappointed. It wasn’t even about the money. It was the principle. Don’t charge me for all this, make me eat soggy fries, tell me the band doesn’t start till 5:30, waste 4 hours of my life, have no maps and THEN bombard me with advertisers. Get it straight. We are not dumb.