Hey it's time to go back to the fair!

So our last client has left and it is time to hit the end of the fair.

I want to pick up a few things so I don't have too cook too much tonight. Just a salad and some stuffed mushrooms and some of the stuff I can buy from the fair.

I have a few rice balls and some of those olive pastries and a couple of sausage heros. So we are all set.

I am just stopping off at CVS for the Pepto. Just in case.

Hey why is Hop Sing touching me?

The one booth that always makes me laugh is the massage booth where all these chinamen have little massage chairs and people sit and get back rubs!

It is hilarious watching a gangbanger with tattoo's getting rubbed by a lubed up chinaman.

But then again that must just be a regular night in Titus world. Just sayn'

There was really only one cool booth in the whole fair!

I mean most of it is the shit you see every fair. Spices. Sheets. Sneakers. Food carts. Cheap sunglasses. Cheap jewerly. But this one t-shirt guy had some cool stuff.

You see his Dad was a photographer and took some great shots of the city subway system in the 1970's and 1980's. The bad old days before Giuliani. Graffiti. Drunk people. Homeless people. Messed up trains in messed up stations.

So he took these cool photo's and put them on t-shirts and framed some of the other ones. We got a couple of t-shirts and some artwork mounted on tin. Very nice. Well worth the cost which was about $25 for the shirts and $35 for the mounted photos. Good stuff.

Why do my signs always look drunk?

I had to put the "back in five minutes" sign out every time we cut out to get a snack.

Somehow even my signs look drunk.

That shit ain't fair.

But there is nothing that is fair in street fairs.

Don't break my Rice Balls!

Readeriam doubted that I could pig out with a calzone and then a frank with kraut. She doesn't know the half of it. I hit most of the stands for the old favorites. Pizza. Rice Ball. Olive roll. Mozzarella on corn bread grilled cheese. Sausage and peppers. Frank with Kraut. Roasted corn. And a few other things.

The thing is you are not eating a meal. You are just picked with small portions.

All of the joints on Court St. had a stand outside. Marco Polo had three things they were selling. Little thin crust pizza. Calzones. And this crusty rice balls. They looked like triangles actually. And they were great.

Where is Pedro Martinez when you need him?

One of the funniest stands was the Pedro Martinez Memorial "Whose you're Daddy" booth that offered DNA testing.

The booth was empty and they had no customers all day long.

Of course Carroll Gardens is a white neighborhood. Just sayn'

Street fairs are just not fair!

So they are having the annual Court St Festival today and business sucks. I saw a bunch of our clients but they are out enjoying the fair with their family and will not be shopping. Sometimes we close for this day but a couple of people made appointments so we are waiting for them. I have to keep the door closed because people want to wander in while they are eating or they ask to use the bathroom. Seriously!

Mainly what I am doing is popping out to buy some food and bring it back to the shop to eat.

All of the resturants put out a table in front of their stores and have something to sell. The regular street vendors food really sucks so I stay with the people I know.