text: As one who grew up with regular flea market excursions, and not just because my mom once owned a 5 and Dime, I was pretty underwhelmed by the Barnyard Flea. It's a lot of ... well, junk, and not the \"OHMYGOD, I can't beleeeve they have this\" kind of junk. Cheap plastic earrings that break on the first wear, sketchy gym shoes, old Avon body products, and a couple of hardware store closeout booths. Even the food is just so-so (sorry, fudge lady), lacking the carnivalesque vibe that usually comes with powdered funnel cake and the like. \nThe two exceptions are the vintage jewelry stall near the office and a Latin produce station, where I saw and bought prickly pears (yaaaayyyy) and which redeemed the 3 and a half hours spent roaming. I knew there HAD to be something good here!