Notes From The Culinary Wasteland is in our neighborhood - it's fun having something as simple as geography in common with someone whose blog you come across.
A recent post, "My Bodega," is about NYC and all cities whose residents want to really feel they know where they live and what to expect by just popping out of their apartments to their local stores. It's the most fundamental precursor to the shop local phenomenon, which has wisely spread to less urban locations, where the challenge is both in the location of the purchase and the source of the product.
I really enjoyed reading this homage to Zabar's. I feel like if a store could emote, Zabar's would feel the same about it's neighbors, at least the people here do.
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"My Bodega" - visit the post
"My corner bodega is called Zabar’s and many people would protest that it, too, does not qualify as a real bodega. But they’re just being picky: it’s on the corner (sort of); it carries milk – from cows, from sheep, from goats, from soy, from almonds; 1% milk, 2% milk, whole milk, half-and-half, whipping cream, heavy cream, sour cream, cream cheese, crème fraiche – and others, I’m sure. And although the original Zabar’s Mom and Pop were Jewish and came from Eastern Europe rather than from Central or South America, Korea, Thailand or China, they were immigrants finding their way into American society by opening a little food store on the corner – a bodega – or schmodega, if you prefer..."
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