Here's a warning: That food festival you're hell-bent on attending might be terrible. It might, on the other hand, be an utterly delicious frolic. All this really depends on you.
It is long-held tradition that with the warming seasons comes the need to gather in the out-of-doors among crowds and attempt to eat things off of paper or otherwise disposable plates and drink things out of plastic cups. Sometimes people do this en masse, buying tickets for the privilege of eating food from some of the best restaurants in their towns at something generically termed a "food festival." These exist all over the country, but there is one in particular that's gotten a lot of attention, and it's again on the horizon. It happens this very weekend, in Brooklyn's Prospect Park. This is, of course, the "Great GoogaMooga." Last year, a lot of people became very angry about said Mooga (to occasional comedic effect) because it was too difficult to get food, because the lines were too long, because the prices were too high, because there was no cell-service, because of the barbaric nature of the event (everyone swarming the food offerings, and an actual fist-fight over fried chicken!) because they didn't get a thing to eat, because the bathroom line was abysmal, because everything at a food festival can and will be terrible if you want it to be. (Apply this to any food festival near you.)
Other poor souls complained that their park was taken up by food festival types.
That's the thing. It's a food festival. If you don't want to pay money and then wait in line among crowds to get some food, and maybe find that vendors have run out of food, and maybe get sunburned, or rained upon, or sweaty, or have to wait in line to pee, maybe you should make a sandwich at home and bring it to (a different part of) the park and eat it under the shade of a beautiful tree and then go back home again and sit in the air conditioning.