The Broccoli City Festival has been a bucket list item for me ever since it debuted right in my backyard of Washington, D.C., in 2013.
Back then, I was too broke and too laser-focused on getting a journalism job to worry about attending. By 2016, that ambition had me living in Connecticut and too disconnected to keep up with festivals. I was ready to dive back into the scene after attending Dreamville in 2019 and moving back to D.C. in 2020, but the coronavirus pandemic forced the cancellation of two straight Broccoli City festivals.
