Last summer, after a week in tiny-town NoDak, we found ourselves southbound and down, heading for…read moreOmaha with a truckload of hungry kids and an ice chest in desperate need of some snacks and drinks.
We pulled off I-29 with a wink and a prayer, hoping we could find a grocery store... as luck would have it, we found our way here.
This smallish grocery store (by our spoiled SoCal standards) reminded me of grocery stores when I was a little kid: no big fancy displays, no gimmicks, no 10¢ a grocery bag... just a clean well-stocked grocery with nice folks running the joint. There is a low glass case at the meat department and--get this-- butchers working back there! Fresh produce and cold drinks, soft bread, and enough sugary junk for the kids... a couple of bags of ice and we were back on our way: mom making sandwiches on the truck center console, and kids rattling chips bags in the back seat.
Can't imagine when we'll find our ways back here, but glad my brain has files away a memory here of a nice little grocery store.
Is this heaven?
... it's Fareway.