Having spent the summer in Burlington, I was as much primed to see Phish as I was to imbibe the fries 'n gravy at Nectar's. It felt a bit cramped between the ice cream booth-like 50s drug store vibe and the band rockin' in your face. I had no idea what to expect. What I remember most is smiling and jamming out a bit between conversations and craving that sweet poutine (it seemed like I was always broke and hungry back then). Hey, I dug it enough to come back the next night, and, ah, well into the 21st century!