I look forward to the State Fair all year, and I’m an angry, depressed, transplanted Northeasterner. I can’t stand the Midway, the bizarre, or the rows of automobiles, but I love the Fair. I also wish that the military wasn’t always looking for new insurgent fodder at the fair.
The food is to die for, and will probably kill you (eventually). I love the pronto-pups, mini-donuts, and the fudge puppies (Belgian waffle on a stick dipped in dark chocolate). I always get suckered into all the milk you can drink, but that used to be cheaper and quainter. I preferred drinking milk directly from a tanker truck.
The animals are interesting. If you want to see a particular species, check out the fair program before heading to the grounds. Also check the schedule to find out when the butter-heads are being carved. It is horribly disappointing to head to the dairy building only to stare at a block of pristine butter.
The fair doesn’t seem to change much from year to year. Every year, there’s something new on a stick, but other than the Fudge Puppy and Ralph Nader on a stick, these usually can’t compete with the original Pronto Pup.
I park at the U of M and take the free shuttle service to the Fair.