For the MN audience, I’m really struggling on how to describe this to you, and I don’t think I can really do it justice. I guess I’ll just have to say that it was obvious we weren’t in Falcon Heights. The area around the fairgrounds was a lot more like Lake Street or Midway (where the Mervyn’s used to be) but that’s not really an accurate comparison either. Definitely 800% more strip clubs than the Falcon Heights area.

The fairgrounds are really just one big parking lot (which was nice for the heat effect it created). There were no Pronto Pups to be found. I did have a corn dog, but it’s just not the same. The most obvious sign that we weren’t in the Midwest was that there was only one stand selling cheese curds, and there was no line at all.

They did have a building where they peddle infomercial products, and we did see the guy from Shamwow! I was very disappointed that it was not Vince. I was more disappointed that The Wife^® used reason to talk me out of purchasing 8 count ‘em 8 ShamWows for only $22 dollars. (He can’t do this all day, folks. Offer only available for the first 22 people.)

I had something called Indian Fry Bread, which I’d never had or even seen at the MN State Fair. It’s like a big, flat, fried circle of dough. I had mine with cinnamon and sugar on it. It was pretty good, but won’t be added to the permanent fair food must have list.

I paid a dollar to see what they claimed was the world’s smallest horse. “So small, not even a baby could ride it” the sign claimed. It was small, but I think a baby could ride it, if you could get a baby in the saddle. Probably even a toddler. And I’m not convinced it wasn’t some type of mule or donkey rather than an actual horse.

I think it’s safe to classify this as a “once-in-a-lifetime” experience, because I won’t be going back. Hopefully there will be a smaller local venue around here that will allow me to satisfy the occasional corn dog craving.