The guacamole competition has an amateur bracket and a professional bracket, and the arguments about the results run exactly as hot as you would hope. Grudges carry between years. People bring notes.
That is the sort of town this becomes for three days each fall — a small beach city that hands itself over completely to one green fruit and refuses to be embarrassed about it. Avocado ice cream. Avocado margaritas. Avocado worked into things it has no business being inside of. Live music on several stages down Linden Avenue, and an Avocado Queen coronation on the main stage played entirely straight.
Getting in is free; the eating is not. Six figures' worth of visitors turn up across the weekend, so the train is the smart approach — there is a stop right there, and downtown is walkable the moment you step off.
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