…wrapped in plastic. An important distinction.
And I found one. Two blocks away.
Just for perspective:
I’m kind of a dirtbag when it comes to food. Lazy and indiscriminating. Like a garbage disposal. With an odd penchant for plastic-wrapped deli sandwiches from convenience stores. So when it was 2PM, 65 degrees and sunny, and I’d worked straight through the first two meals of the day, I hauled a huge, corduroy bell bottom up over my right knee and pedaled off in search of the perfect pre-made sandwich.
I hit a couple of regular stops, but struck out. Fighting my normal urge to just buy something mediocre and eat it while doing something else to avoid acute disappointment, I pressed on.
[That girl is wearing my sweater. Clap, clap!]
Shields Market, way to deliver. [Again! Perfect picnic furnished by Shields flashback in this post from our first month in Richmond.] Their entire prepared foods selection totally blew the local options out of the water. For the same price as a tuna salad-stuffed tomato Reynolds-wrapped to a styrofoam plate*, I got this: flaky baguette, prosciutto, sharp provolone, greens and olive oil—$5.99. Classy cellophane, too: I almost saved it like my mom saves Christmas ribbons. There’s even a table and chair out front at which to chomp it while watching a parade of pooches.
Fan livin’. It doesn’t suck.
-Carey
*No hate. I love them and frequent that joint with gusto. Phenom beer selection.
Says the very same girl who trekked across a field (quasi-weekly) to the food lion (meow) bound and determined to return with fried chicken…dammit!