The Westchester Supermarket Hierarchy: A Sunday Shopper's Guide

Disclaimer: I am a dad living in Westchester, New York. The names of all people, but not all places, have been changed to protect the innocent and me from the glares of my neighbors who are definitely not reading this blog.

In some places, Sundays are for waking up, putting on a suit, and making amends for all the sins you may have accumulated over the course of the week. Not here in Westchester. Well, maybe here, just not with my family. We're not very religious, or at least I'm not very religious. My wife is Jewish. She and the kids go to a synagogue a couple of miles away during the high holidays. Me? The last time I stepped into a church (St. Patrick's Cathedral) was after I missed the 5:31 train home, and I decided to see some of the tourist attractions I always ignore (When is the last time anyone went to the top of the Empire State Building?). 

No. Sundays are for another spiritual endeavor. Going to the supermarket. 

I'll be honest. The worst possible day to go to the supermarket is Sundays. They're always overcrowded. A sea of Audi Q5's and Suburu Foresters vying for the spots closest to the entrance. A Volkswagen almost impaled me one time. Nevertheless, despite the issues with Sunday shopping, without fail, the wife always has me go pick up some smorgasbord of products that somehow always involves avocados, kale, and oat milk (sometimes we go together with the kids, though I find that slows the process down). Whatever happened to Campbells Soup, Folger's Coffee, and frozen TV dinners? That used to be good enough. Not anymore I guess. 

Last week, I was in the frozen food section at Wegmans, staring at the fish sticks and frozen cod, when I decided that I could breathe a little more if I could go to the grocery store on Mondays. Sometimes I think, everything would change, everything would be better, if instead of waiting in line wondering why we as a society moved from plastic bags to paper bags, I used the extra two hours of time sitting on my porch furniture and figuring out how to use the app on my phone to identify birds that wake me up in the morning. 

Anyway, below find my list of comprehensive Westchester Supermarkets that I go to, but not because i prefer them to other ones, but because I've been to them.  

1. Costco (Port Chester) - The deals. The value. Kudos to Kirkland, and whomever Kirk is and whatever land he may be in. 
2. Wegmans (Harrison or White Plains I'm not sure) - Great cheese. Kids under the age of five love the trains. 
3. Stop and Shop (White Plains) - I don't like when the store's name tells me what to do. 
4. Trader Joes (Mamaroneck) - The aisles are so small. 
5. ACME (Rye Brook or Port Chester) - Why don't they have any eggs?

Remember that Folger's commercial? The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup. I remember it too. Sometimes I just watch that commercial over and over until someone in my family tells me I'm supposed to do something more productive.  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Metro North Commute: Classic Rock, Boxrooster, and Suburban Dad Reflections

Image
Disclaimer: I am a dad living in Westchester, New York. The names of all people, but not all places, have been changed to protect the innocent and me from the glares of my neighbors who are definitely not reading this blog. On the Metro North, when I'm not watching lawyers and bankers trying to forget their day by staring out the window at the changing scenery, when I'm not tooling around with drafts of poorly considered blog posts, I throw on my headphones and listen to music. Today, I'm listening to a band that came on an advertisement on my wife's instagram (I don't have Instagram, but sometimes she gives me her phone to look at pictures of sisters or friends from college). As far as music goes, my tastes are what I would call eclectic, and what my oldest would call "trash." Aerosmith. Bruce. Green Day. The Cranberries. No Doubt. Music people would call classic now. Music my oldest would call "tired". Anyway, I found this song called "St...
Read more

Dandelions in Westchester: Why My Neighbors Hate What Grows on My Lawn

Image
Disclaimer: I am a dad living in Westchester, New York. The names of all people, but not all places, have  been changed to protect the innocent and me from the glares of my neighbors who are definitely not reading this blog.  It's May, and our neighbors hate the dandelions claiming squatter's right next to the fire hydrant on the edge of our lawn. Our being the operative word here. Our meaning the lawn belongs to my wife, my three children, and me. Ours and not the Millers' whose lawn is three doors down,  across the street, and has a "hate has no place here" sign. I know this fact because Greg and Anne tell me on Sundays when they're up eight in the morning to walk Molly, their golden doodle, who is suffering from incontinence and continuously uses our lawn as his open air toilet. I just came out to get the New York Times. Yes, I still order a paper copy.  The thing about Anne and Greg is that they don't say it out loud. That would not be nice. That would...
Read more

Estate Sale Near Me in Scarsdale NY: Westchester Dad's Guide to Finding Vintage Items, Antiques, and Bargains in Recently Deceased Home

Image
Disclaimer: I am a dad living in Westchester, New York. The names of all people, but not all places, have been changed to protect the innocent and me from the glares of my neighbors who are definitely not reading this blog. I wondered how long they'd been dead before they decide to sell her scarves. The estate sale, the far more depressing sibling to the garage sale or tag sale is my nightmares come to life. People walking through artifacts of the past. Things you never expected to be shown to the public are there. Things like an unused copy of Muzzy (Je suis la jeune fille. Je suis maligne) or the extensive stencil collection that was hidden in the attic. Or, for me, the scarves that smell like moth balls, all of them hanging in the center of the room off a rack near the winter coats.  This particular estate sale is packed. People have traveled from far and wide to see if they can find a record player (yes), a clock radio (yes), or plates with the face of the woman who died in her...
Read more