These whimsical creatures were the most wonderful part of Slow Food Nation. I wanted to stuff this sheepish lobster under my shirt and take it home with me. Don't worry little lobster, I won't eat you.I don't want to recount my general disappointment. Ironically a woman at the cheese line told me to hurry it up because there was only a half hour to run around before it all ends. Waiting in long long lines for very small bits of not entirely the best food I've had made me wish I should have donated money to Oxfam instead.
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