September 7, 2012
Growing up so far North in Wisconsin, I never heard about the Wisconsin State Fair. No one I know ever went or spoke of it.
But across the border in Minnesota, people absolutely lose their shit over it. Folks from all over the State descend on St. Paul like ants to a picnic. And I've got to admit, the fair is flipping sweet.
Seed art, expensive beer, crepes, the best cheese curds I've ever had (and brother believe me, I've had them all over), and tons and tons of all sorts of weird stripes of humanity.