Tonight's dinner: steak sandwich. Yummy.
I love the King Tater potato chips. They spiral cut a potato with a blade attached to a drill. The whole thing is brilliant. I was lurking around the stand trying to talk myself out of ordering a plate of the greasy salty goodness.
Then I saw this:
There was a pretty cute guy chatting me up in front of Harley (1121 pounds). The conversation was going well until the guy started talking about the pig's, um, rocky mountain oysters. I fled.
I was looking forward to the Indiana's Got Game display. There were a few cool things and some artifacts, but not nearly as exciting as I thought it would be.