the Cleveland Flea.
Maybe I'm missing something when people go: "what is that?" Because to me, it sounds fairly self-explanatory. I mean, unless one is into entomology. Or works for the CDC.
It's a flea market, people. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I mean, where else could you buy an impala head wearing a pair of Ray-Bans?
Nowhere. That's where!
I've known it's been around for a bit, but just never made the time and always forgot the actual schedule. And when I thought of going, I feared I might be talking 710 into an activity in which he might not want to participate.
I was wrong.
Yes, there was some crap there no one in their right mind would buy, but there was some cool stuff too. Plus a lot of stuff for more younger, hipper folks than ourselves. Clearly.
They had music too. A DJ playing really good music that I'd never heard and a live band that would have made Morrissey want to slit his wrists.
And most importantly, they had food. Vendors selling their wares in terms or artisnal breads, chocolates, etc......but they had food trucks. We looked around but settled on Wholly Frijoles.
Two carnitas and two carne asada tacos. We shared, so had one of each. (I liked the asada more, 710 like the carnitas better.)
...and mini donuts.....
...and since it's from a lab, you know it's science.
Well....science and oil and sugar.
Song by: Herb Albert & the Tijuana Brass