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| - Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Please believe me, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
That's exactly how much I miss my Heinens. Now a minute of silence and then go on reading my old review I never published:
The store is simply a suburban paradise: their produce is out of this world, fish and meat suction are amazing. Add to that unbelievable pre-made foods, rows and rows of wine and beer and always polite staff. I don't remember ever buying anything rotten or bad tasting. It's a little pricey but sometimes you can get yourself a good deal with locally grown vegetables and fruit. Their bakery deserves a praise on the completely different level: absolutely everything there is delicious; even their celebratory sheet-cakes (usually highly despised by Europeans) are incredibly light, tasty and sweet just enough.
Their flower department has a variety of impeccably fresh flowers which their staff will gladly put together for you. The result is amazing! All bouquets look very presentable and cost 1/2 of your professional florist charge. As long as you are cool enough to get your flowers at grocery store, it's a go.
Minuses include ridiculously designed parking lot: slanted parking spaces, sudden sharp turns and one way passages must make the life of senior citizens a nightmare. It's like a maneuverability driving test all over again! Also I will never understand why can't I take my own groceries to the car. Sometimes it breaks my heart to watch high-school kids pack my over-priced apples into my car under pouring rain or unbearable heat or cold. It is way too bourgeois for me. I'd rather throw out my back carrying three watermelons to my car than make someone else do it.
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