Monday, January 17, 2011
Cincinnati on a Saturday
There is a grocery store in Cincinnati that defies all expectations for what a grocery store should be. You can find isles dedicated to cheeses from around the world; a room full of only Swedish foodstuffs; tiny bottles of balsamic vinaigrette priced at $175 in locked dusty cabinets; rows and rows of every flavor of marmalade you could think of sold under a British flag; ostrich, camel, and caribou meet at the butchers. I was overwhelmed and ecstatic.