The grocery storey:It was late Saturday night.
And by late I mean 8:30, the time normal people go out, but after a day of biking around the city, I was a little tired so it felt like at least 11:00.
But any way, I went to the grocery store to pick up items for the All Red party we were going to on Sunday night (I had volunteered to bring a "red" pie), among other important sundries.
Here's the grocery store situation for us:
We are right in the middle of 3 mediocre "grocery stores".
We are right in the middle of 3 mediocre "grocery stores".All of them has something that I buy on a regular basis. None of them has everything. Produce, in general, is pretty sad at all three, though sometimes they have what you need, on sale, and in lovely condition. I guess that's what keeps me going back and the fact that any other "real" grocery store necessitates a 20 minute walk or a subway ride, which isn't bad, in fact I often do it, but when I feel a little tired I like to risk the prices and the perkiness of these sub pare produce sections.
Indeed, I live life on the edge.
