September through October in Salt Lake City is "Fest" season.
The Annual Greek Festival was a FOUR day event this year; the thing just keeps growing and growing.
This past weekend it was possible to attend a Beer Fest, a Brazil Fest, the Utah State Fair, Craft Sabbath at the public library (where artisans would be on site working on their art) and the re-opening of a local sculpture garden all within two or three miles from each other.
That is, you could attend those events, or a crazy list of plays, concerts, and art gallery openings.
Well, for me, Greek Fest was at the top of the list, and while I really would have liked to have seen the Craft Sabbath, I will be able to work in the sculpture garden some other time. I didn't have a problem with skipping the state fair this year as I had just gone last year.
The newest fair food was to be deep fried batter dipped bacon drizzled with chocolate, and deep fried whole dill pickles.
Thanks but no thanks. I'm good with just having Greek food this year!
People eat while enjoying the Greek dancing. I was so impressed when I learned that the dancers are only allowed to be part of the dance presentations during the Fest if they have had 75% Sunday School attendance all year. The dancing is nearly continuous; children begin to dance at about age three. The college age kids are not under Sunday School attendance requirement however. Bernie suggested that perhaps the college kids continued to dance in order to meet girls or guys?
Our table mate said no, in fact she has a 26 year old son who still dances, but when she suggested that surely there was one or more suitable girls in the mix, he owned that since they had all grown up dancing together, it would now be like dating a cousin or something.
Such a problem is not uncommon in small ethnic communities. The Greek community is SLC is the largest Greek community west of the Mississippi however. Maybe the Greek communities need more travel/visit opportunities?
I know they make the food and the pita bread and souvaki is barbecued right before our very eyes. The line for the food snakes back and forth half way across the tent four or five times. Funny thing: Each time I have gone to Greek fest, I wind up killing time (even though the line is very fast moving, these Greeks know what they are doing!) by noticing the shoes on the feet around me. Everyone seems to wear the most interesting shoes!
This time, I showed a little maturity and didn't take pictures for the blog. Aren't you proud of me?