Fair Fatigue

I was hoping that the Atlantic Antic would shake me free of my street fair ennui...

Looks grand, doesn't it?

Not so much.

It was simply a never ending sea of beer swilling, Peruvian sweater buying, Mozzarepa eating Brooklynites. That, and middling food, uninspiring music and high prices. ($8 for a small plate of paella!?!? It was only $5 last year!)

To top it off, the festival organizers held the Atlantic Antic on Ramadan, so the luscious, juicy, Arabic spice-inflected gyros from the annual Oriental Pastry & Grocery stall weren't on-hand.

So all in all, the fair was feh.

And if the Antic couldn't pull me out of my street fair fatigue, nothing will. Then again, it could've turned around had Sammy and his tasty halal been on hand...