Monday, April 6, 2009
Mike and I like to treat ourselves and go to Trader Joe's. We love the spicy exotic snacks, frozen desserts and the super cheap brie. They have decent six-packs of beer for $5 and I can get a gigantic bottle of Spanish extra virgin olive oil for under 8 bucks. In fact, most of their food is reasonably priced and high quality.
But the store always seems to be in more well-to-do neighborhoods and located in shopping plazas with crappy parking. The lots are full of fancy cars and pushy drivers who won't stop for pedestrians. Add into the mix that the store is tiny and crowded, its aisles are all at wonky angles, there are poorly behaved children ramming into things with miniature shopping carts and effete hipsters that will stand directly between you and the shelf you were looking at without apologizing. I'm also usually hungry, so needless to say, I tend to be a bit scowly in Trader Joe's. The prepackaged, microwaveable biryani is totally worth it though, and I suffer through. Besides, I always enjoy seeing the snootier customers stumbling all over each other for either a tiny cup of coffee or a free spoonful of say, mango chutney. Makes me laugh every time.