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| - Beer, boobies, soup in a breadbowl, dragons clutching orbs on chains, glassblown baubles, London Broil. Ah, the things I love about Renfaire.
They're the same every time you go, so it's fun remembering where the Medieval Margarita booth is (!), or rad if you can retrace last year's steps to the Scented Copper Rose hut. You KNOW you can get decent beer or even Mead, if that's your nordic jam, a tankard to hold it in, a turkey leg the size of your face, Viking-gnawing-chic, see some WWF-staged-style jousting, buy a corset or a marshmallow cannon. When all the "weirdo fantasy-types" and uber-pale D&D folks can hang out in public, in NC, without getting hung out to dry by their gauntlets or spats. We're all friends here, M'ladies and Sirs!
I've been to several - and our site is ok, thus the three stars. A little small, a little open, less beat up than ATL's or NYC's, less dust than those, more trees than those. Smaller variety of wares here than the bigger ones, but more of a handmade ratio (rad). Slightly more skeptic staff - like they're afraid of poking fun at Nascar Dude's muffintop for fear of reprisal. We heard several come-hither-buy-this acts that included a Bible Belt reference. And giggled.
Seems the price climbs every year, but we still go. If it gets above 20, we might think twice. The last weekend is a bad idea if you're a crowd-o-phobe. Duh, right?
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