When I was a kid, Fannie May was my grandfather's favorite place to take me when my grandmother thought we were at the grocery store. He knew the product so well that he would tell the little old ladies behind the counter if something was in the wrong place. He had the markings on the tops of the pieces memorized and knew the layout of the store by heart. We always got a box to go and a bag to eat on the way back to the house.
Those are memories from my childhood. I stopped in here and got a bag of my favorites. This store isn't even in the same area code as the one I frequented with my grandfather but that didn't matter - it took me right back...