Fitz is a festival maker, here at our home at 306 Northern Avenue. When the tents begin to rise, you NEVER want to interfere with his work. A brunch obsessed demon didn’t get the memo. He hurled giant bagels, caffeinated beverages, and strips of cooked meats at the brewery. Fitz, barely phased, exorcised the brute. Now no longer a demon, the meek soul cleaned up his mess before descending back to hell.