Because nothing says Mary, Queen of Scots like a smoked turkey leg complimented by a side of nachos. And, yes, of all the anachronistic details (vikings with scimitars, centaurs with iPhones) Russell and I saw featured at this factually farcical fiasco, this is the one I’m taking umbrage with. I realize Renaissance Fairs are essentially where carnies go to die, and emo kids peddle the beaded crap that was too terrible for Etsy… but fie on your liar faces. Fie!
(Ren Fair Cuisine) Of The Week