After church, I took the children to the annual Armenian festival in Richmond. It's pretty much the same as the annual Greek festival, but don't tell them that. We got a kebab, rice pilaf, green beans, stuffed grape leaves, and some other things, all with different names. Our favorite is of course the kebab. You can't go wrong with stick-based foods -- fudgesickle, candy apple, corn dog, etc. The festival's dining area even had Armenian flies. I knew they were Armenian by their hairy chests, and the fact that their fly-names all ended in -ian.
They also featured ethnic dancers, in their elaborate traditional garb. One of the ladies at the information booth and I discussed the lack of Armenian restaurants in Richmond, the dearth of which one of her friends may seek to rectify.
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