We went back on September 2nd, to see the famous chef Bobby Flay. As usual, the human crush was AMAZING, and the amount of self-important twittery was, as usual, astronomical.
What always amazes me about humanity is the self-absorbedness that most people have now; the rudeness is amazing.
However, there were some great people as well. The Tiki Turtle was trying to get Bobby's attention to challenge him to a throwdown. They have a fried Reuben sandwich using his sauerkraut recipe, (which I unfortunately did not get a chance to sample, but promised myself that I WILL next year) and wanted to see if he would... bite.
All in all, it was a great time spent at the Fair. I've been going nearly every year since I was very little, and it's always a wonderful day spent with a picnic lunch, dancing at the dusk with the Native Americans in their Village, munching on fry bread and things deep fried that you would never think were edible deep fried, and the swag is usually pretty decent, if you're a kid, that is.
Your feet hurt at the end of the day, and when you drive home under the lights of Interstate 690, you have the feeling that this is, indeed, the end of the Summer and the beginning of Fall.
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