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| - i love grocery stores. a decent place to shop for food is the mark of a town's liveability. (believe me, i know--i lived in florida with nowhere to shop but publix.) upon settling in the jenny spaight area, the search for groceries began.
i have two rules: i want to shop in my neighborhood--preferably locally owned, and i want to be able to do 90% of my food/beer buying in one place. now certainly, being the good isthmus dweller that i am, i cherish the co-op. problem is, i have a serious diet coke addiction, as well as a lust for some other salty, fat-laden goodies, which means that the co-op doesn't satisfy rule number 2.
then, i discover jenny street market. it is love at first sight. a small, locally owned grocery store full of friendly faces and nifty food finds. what more could i want? decent array of produce? check. fine selection of cheeses? it's wisconsin. fage yogurts? um-huh. more ice cream than you can shake a stick at? got it. fancy crackers (i am a sucker)? yep. a walk-in beer cooler, complete with jackets for comfort? oh yeah. nonni's biscotti? yes ma'am. and of course, diet cokes.
i love the neighborhood grocery. makes me feel at home. prices are a bit higher (so i hear) than woodmans (never been) or some of the other bigger stores, but i feel good supporting local markets. selection may not be as vast as the biggies, but the bottom line is if i can't find it at jenny's, i don't need it.
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