An hour into my excursion, I have already been the subject of two exorcism attempts … I step into the food hall, where I see a single vendor: Express Hibachi, which is an unusual name for a purveyor of personal pizzas and chicken Caesar salads

Two men, one donning a “Stand for the Flag, Kneel for the Cross” T-shirt … “We’re disappointed,” they tell me of their fair experience. They’re traveling with a group that includes children, and they planned to scope out the scene and hopefully invite the rest of the family to come along. But they don’t see how a kid could possibly have fun here, with the lackluster attractions and the conspicuous absence of cotton candy

Like everything this fascist regime does, it’s objectively shit.