Dear. God. No.
I have staunchly defended this grocery store since it was C-Town. It's the closest to where I live and if you know how to shop the prices are reasonable.
(hint: no, you can not buy the same organic, gluten free whatever for the same price as at TJ. Because there is not as much demand for it here. So they're giving up shelf space and having to throw things out as they expire just in order to offer the selection so of course they have to charge more to make up for it.)
(Oh, but also, don't stock up on butter when it's $7.50. Seriously, I attached a photo. $7.50 for store brand butter. I never saw that kind of thing when it was C-town or before it got its "fancy cheese" shelf. Ridiculous.)
So, yeah, you have to shop around what's on sale and what produce looks good. Which you should be doing anyway. And the meat is not going to kill you. My husband and friends are a little dramatic.
But I did get a little annoyed when about a year or so ago I noticed something about their deliveries or staffing must have changed and a lot of mornings the sidewalk is nearly blocked from like 8-11am by all the inventory arriving. It's just inconsiderate. And I realize nyc stores don't have the luxury of a back entrance and loading dock. But that doesn't explain why it's new or why I can pass three other grocery stores on the way to work and they aren't doing it. I see dairy products sitting outside but, again, I'm an optimistic person and I'm assuming getting those safely stored is a priority.
But then. Yesterday. It happened.
I'm waiting in line at the deli and notice this guy scooping walnuts up off the floor. They have those store-brand clear plastic boxes lined up in front of the deli and apparently one of them fell and burst open. He's loading the walnuts back into the box but of course I'm thinking, well, that's so he can carry them back to the trash. Then he sets the box back with the rest. But I'm like, I'm sure he remembers which one it is, he's just waiting for someone to relieve him at the bag check so he can take it back to the trash. And, you know, I just want to get my lunch meat and don't want to be That White Bitch getting in this nice young man's face. Fortunately a grandmotherly person stops by and sternly points out to him that he shouldn't put that box back with the others. He somewhat hesitantly picks it up and wanders towards the back. He's taking it to the trash now, right :) ? Friends, it is at this point I realize not only doesn't he need to take it to the back he didn't even need to put it in the box to carry it, because there's a trash can RIGHT THERE for the coffee machine.
So. No. I just can't wear rose-colored glasses about this place any more. I've heard the Foodtown on 148th St. has that weird refrigerated pet food so hopefully this sign of gentrification means they're cool with not selling food that's been on the floor. read more