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| - I'm one of those annoying "urban pioneer" type white people who moves downtown all progressive-like, and then bitches about there being no grocery stores. But what you have to understand about me and my people is, when we say "no grocery stores," that's really hipster-speak for "no Whole Foods/Trader Joe's/Organic Artisanal-Retentive Mart ." The fact is, there ARE a few grocery stores around...they're just a bit "colorful."
My options for groceries within a mile of my house are basically the GHETTO-ASS Albertson's on Charleston & Bruce (every time I've been there, someone is being arrested out front) (literally), or this Smiths. So I usually go with this place.
Actually, this Smiths really ain't that bad -- they cater to my ilk with a surprisingly well-stocked natural foods aisle, that actually has most of the shit I buy at Trader Joe's or places like that anyway -- food as well as natural hygiene products. The prices are a bit higher sometimes, but if you get a shopper's card (or just use Jenny's number -- 867-5309) you can often score pretty good deals.
The produce selection is decent, but far from abundant -- no organic produce or kale or anything like that, just the basics. I can't really speak to the bakery, butcher shop or frozen meat selection, since like all good progressive white ladies I stay away from bread and meat.
I make up for that with my prodigious booze consumption, which brings me to the liquor dept: gated off waaaay in the back of the store (to discourage theft), with a fairly basic selection of hard liquor and wine. An annoying bell rings when you enter, alerting everyone in the store to your pathetic degenerate status.
Aside from that minor inconvenience, they also have a pretty big drugstore selection -- everything but makeup. And the rest of the store appears to stock all the usual grocery-store-type essentials (soup, spices, frozen pizzas....Idk, I eat out most of the time) at typical prices.
On all of my visits, the staff has been friendly and cool, and the store itself is fairly clean. It's just the parking lot that has issues! I know they can't help being in a "transitional" neighborhood, but it seems like they might hire a security guard or two to stand guard out front and keep the pandhandlers away. Lord knows I can't be giving my precious cash to bums, when there's organic hempseed oil to be bought!!!!!! Also, a thorough pressure-washing of the parking lot might be in order, just to spruce the place up a bit and blast away the bloodstains and wino-puke puddles. It's the broken window theory, already! And how about a bike rack, for us tree-hugger types?
I mean, come on. I've been to some real swanky Smiths stores out in Summerlin and such...I know it can be done! Don't you want my coveted hipster buck? I'm telling you, if you would only pander to me and my uppity ilk a bit, you could RAKE in the ca$h!!! Right this very moment, downtown Vegas is in the throes of an urban-core revitalization that is bringing tons of my peeps into your area! And guess what: we're hungry!!! Guess what else: we've been driving crosstown to Trader Joe's and Sprouts!
A word to the wise, Mr. Smith: up your game, or be left in the dust when Harry Armpit opens up his Crunchy Granola Supercenter/Yoga Studio down the street in that empty storefront by the Huntridge Theater, as so many locals have been clamoring for him to do. Mark my words, we progressives are very vocal and activist-y...it's gonna happen!
But in the meantime, if you were to show us a little love and respect...we would repay you in spades, by spending all our hard-earned cash at your establishment (well, all our cash except the chunk we give to NPR and Save the Whales).
Come on, guys!!!
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