Round these parts, people come up with any ol’ excuse to throw a festival. Music, summer kickoff, arts and crafts, Folklife, name-of-a-city-in-the-suburbs, whatever. This time, it’s Asian-ness. The Asian Festival.

Can’t have a festival without food and crowds of people. In this case, quasi-ethnic foods.

It’s supposed to be chicken satay. Just supersized.

I don’t know what the leaf wrapped things are but this guy is frying up some eggs in the egg iron griddle. That’s a lot of eggs for one order.

This dish reminds me of Taiwanese oyster pancakes. Minus the green leafy vegetables. And the red ketchupy sauce. And the tapioca batter. And the oysters. Ok nevermind. They’re about as similar as the Gipsy Kings and Dire Straits.

And dancing. Have to share some culture beyond just food. You don’t want people thinking all Asians do is eat eat eat, even though that is pretty much all Asians do.

I love how these girls danced in front of a big bottle of beer. Really they were walking around on stage looking mostly confused. Reminded me of Chinese school dance performances.

Seriously girls, this is how you do it. Easy peasy.

There were tons of crafts stalls for you to poke around and shop too. Get in touch with your inner Asian.