|Our gyro stand is over at the left.|
Fair Saint Louis is probably the biggest event of the year (known as America's Biggest Birthday Party), and we showed up early on Saturday morning to make sure that everything was ready to go.
Here we are on our way to our stand, right below the arch! We were in the perfect location: shady, near the front, and with a lovely view of the airshow and even some of the stage (through the Budweiser tent in front of us).
|Cameron: the onion man.|
Teddy, Stefan, Radi, Cameron, and later Ivan, were the gyro-men, while Melinda and I took care of dessert, drinks, money, and order-fulfillment. We were sharing a tent with Bayou Seasoning and Catering: a whole passel of fun people I thoroughly enjoyed. Altogether we made quite an ethnic mix--Caucasian American, African American, and Bulgarian. Teddy, Stefan, and Radi were all Bulgarian, and I later met a Bulgarian priest, Ivan, and Stefan's Bulgarian girlfriend, Ellie. Altogether that made for a very eclectic experience, especially whenever they all started talking in Bulgarian.
Those three days were full of ups and downs, lots of laughs, stress, unforeseen difficulties, and interesting new experiences.
Every day there was a big schedule: two air shows, displays of local talent on the stage, a finale show with a star band, and then fireworks to cap it all off. The crowds were enormous, and though not all of them wanted gyros, I think business went pretty well, all things considered.
I was the spokesperson for our booth, shouting to get the crowd's attention. My chanting calls will probably echo in my ears for weeks to come:
Authentic Greek gyros!
Step right up here for some delicious croissant bread pudding and refreshing strawberry lemonade!
Fresh Greek salads, right over here!
Authentic Greek gyros and strawberry lemonade!
It was a strain on my vocal chords, but I like to think that it did drum up some business.
In between rushes of customers Cameron and I might wander the grounds, I would take photos, and we'd scarf down yet another gyro (Cameron ate six over the weekend). I tried to sample all of our delicacies and all of the Cajun fare: andouille sausage on a bun with onions and peppers, jambalaya, bourbon chicken on a stick and beef sirloin kabobs, etc., etc. Then I'd get back to shouting again, Cameron would grill a few more pitas, and I would desperately try to calculate change for a hundred dollar bill. We suffered through some very bad music, and then didn't mind so much when the Steve Miller Band took the stage.
The firework show that first night was little short of spectacular! From my vantage point
|The heavy rain turned the Gateway Arch into|
a very large water feature.