The show takes place 3 times a year and since I hate crowds, and it's specific dates I didn't think I'd ever cross this off the list. As I was planning this trip I realized I'd been a few miles away on opening day, so I added it to the itinerary.
Let me tell you - this for me was all about the spectacle, and it was quite the spectacle. Brimfield is a no stoplight tiny town that gets invaded with dealers and buyers of all kinds antiques. About a mile of the main road (and that's the majority of the main road) is lined with tents going a block or so back, and teeming with people. And those people, they are carrying bags of all shapes and sizes, pulling wagons and carts, and pushing hand trucks. I even saw 3 people trying to load (what appeared to be) a horse trough (that again, appeared, to weigh 1000 lbs) into the back of a minivan. There were dealers of furniture (lots and lots of furniture), clothing, postcards, metal, lamps, lighting fixtures, jewelry, quilts and everything else you can imagine.
"Did you see the size of that chicken?"
I finished off the day by having a late lunch at a local Italian restaurant where I had the best garlic bread I've ever tasted and a super awesomely delicious pizza. The only bad thing about the food: I was way too full to finish my pizza and I couldn't take it with me. Ooh, it was so delicious. The bad news: I don't remember it's name. The good news: In Brimfield, all you need to know to locate it is that it's an Italian restaurant on main street.
