Ten checkout lines, seven express. Five happy people each with one item. Two happy checkers with nothing to do. And a boatload of full baskets lined up down the aisles in the three–slow–regular–lines. Five bucks for boca burgers and I have to bring a book to make it through the checkout line? Whole Foods on Huron Street, enough with you.
When you tell people you live downtown, the second thing they always ask (after they ask where you park) is where you shop for food. But what’s equally important to know is how. And if you didn’t just fall off the suburban boat yesterday, it’s not done with a car.
People who don’t live downtown always assume you can’t shop for groceries down here. They all think our only option is the Dominick’s at Madison and Halsted, ’cause that’s all they see from the Kennedy. Truth is, I’m closer to more supermarkets down here than I ever was when I lived north of North…and closer to the more, um, interesting people who shop in them.