Allow me to preface this with a little tidbit I discovered about the Sandwich Fair.
It is a dry fair.
As in there is no alcohol served at the Sandwich Fair. (gasp!)
Yes, you heard it here first.
That's not to say that there aren't drunken 'billies at the old Sandwich Fair, nay, there are plenty to see here among the various tchotchkes, old ass tractors, and crazy carnie games. I myself won the Mouse Game. Yes, it's like Redneck Roulette. Mouse on a roulette wheel with wheels on each number. Place your bet on any 3 number section on the railing. It's only a quarter to play, but don't bother upping the ante because you don't make money off this. No, you get your choice of lovely prizes above the gaming rail and if you're Keith, you choose the pinkest goofiest cowboy hat you can find and wear it as you walk away a big winner.
And then you go eat more crap.
I didn't get a cream puff, though I should have. I didn't get Fay's BBQ, though I should have. No, my hunger led me astray to such pedestrian normal get-em-anywhere items such as cheese fries, fried cheddar, and a philly cheesesteak. I did have a single fried Oreo since my friend didn't think it to be a wise move for his health to eat all three. Oh, but I did have the single best ear of corn I've had all yearlong at The Sandwich Fair. I mean, the very best ear of corn. Which makes perfect sense since you drive through nothing but cornfield after cornfield to get here. We were driving along and all of a sudden we were going through DeKalb Sheriff checkpoints leading us to the fair. The middle of BuFu.
So back to the alcohol issue. Apparently the thing to do is to just bring in your own liquor,(since they don't check bags or bulky pockets)purchase a lemon shake-up, then go to the bathroom and load your drink. I'm not saying that that's what I did, I'm just saying I hear that's the thing the kids do nowadays. Ah,. kids, these days.
Chris Cagle happened to being playing the Main Stage the night that I went, but to watch from the grandstand required a purchase of another ticket, to add on to the $9 admission for adults. Suffice it to say, no ticket purchase was required if you don't care to SEE Chris Cagle, because he could be heard from most of the fairground.
There are portions of the fairground that smell really livestock-y. You've been warned.
The parking is a little crazy. When we pulled in we were directed to our spot by various shirtless but wearing reflective vests to go with their t-shirt tan dudes who pointed us right to our spot. The identifying marker to where we left our car? It's by a pickup truck and a tree. The problem when you come out is you realize, the "parking lot"(part of which is just a grassy field) is chock full of pickups and trees. So you walk around aimlessly attempting to activate your alarm by pressing it in under your chin as if channeling all the radio power in your keyfob through your body acting as an extended antenna. Of course, that doesn't work and you find your car when you literally run into it with your pelvis. I gotta get one of the find my car apps or something.
Sandwich Fair, I wish you'd serve beer. Or Straw-ber-ita even. I'll just have to resort to pouring my liquor into my shake-up into the bathroom next year.
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