After three years in Utah, we finally made it to the state fair. One word sums up the experience: lackluster.
As born and bred midwesterners, we were expecting the kitsch that defines the Minnesota State Fair. But here in Utah, there were no Sweet Martha's Cookies. No "all you can drink" milk stand. No Ye Olde Mill. No personality.
To say the least, we were bummed. There was one large butter sculpture, but only one. The rest of the "fair" (if you want to call it that), was more like a big flea market. Shady carnies pushing "As Seen on TV" knife sets and other garbage. There wasn't even a very eclectic food selection (the words "pronto pup" were nowhere to be seen).
There were hardly any animals, but that was probably OK for this year's trip. We started through the pig barn, where there were some cute piglets, but then I got nervous that Em might catch some sort of disease and we hightailed it out of there.
The highlight was probably the pig races --an act from Arkansas where a group of razorbacks ran around a track. It provided mild entertainment, but the act was from Arkansas. I think the Utah State Fair needs to find its own identity. It's got nothing on the great Minnesota get together, in my opinion.
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