After spending most of Saturday afternoon at Eastern Market, I made a trip out to the Wegmans in Fairfax to buy Jewish-y food for Monday's break-fast.
I am now just the teensiest bit in love with Wegmans.
Conclusion: It is the ultimate suburban grocery shopping experience. (Check out Sweet's picture and you'll see why.)
First of all, let me state that this was not my first time. There's a Wegmans in Manalapan, NJ, right near where my family lives. (Yeah, my family lives in Jersey. Just deal with it.) Every time I go up to visit -- which is not as often as it used to be -- someone inevitably winds up having to go there. And you wander around and around, marveling in all the gourmet and specialty food items, right alongside your run-of-the-mill groceries.
On Saturday, they had round challah, black and white cookies, hamentashen, knishes, whitefish salad, lox (actually nova), all in the same aisle. Then I got to the deli, the beer, the halloween candy, the produce . . . . I managed to get everything but the bagels, but it's not like they didn't have bagels there. I just wanted to buy them fresh on Monday.
Inbal even got a bunch of her weird Israeli foods there. (One of them is some kind of chip-like concoction named Bissli, which she says translates to "Bite for me," and which I refer to as "Bite me," 'cause I'm funny.) She now wants to go back there every couple of weeks.
They even have Go-Tarts. (But that's an inside joke that's apparently not funny to anyone but me or Dan.)
Harris Teeter is so last year -- well, except for the fact that I live upstairs from one.