Crossing The Pond For Cornishons

I like sour pickles so much that sometimes I can't prevent myself from taking a swig of the juice--even before the pickles are all gone. By "sour pickles" I don't mean any kind of dill pickle. A dill pickle is a dill pickle and a sour pickle will turn your mouth inside out! I can get $5.00 sour cornishons (French for "no dill") for 2 bucks at this fallen-off-the-truck grocery store over by the old stockyards--you know--by the landfill across the 24th Street viaduct? Lots of other real-deal steals, too, by the way.

You just have to be willing to cross the mote to get there!

New Harmons in Farmington--Boffo!

I don't even have to buy anything to enjoy shopping here; although, I have bought a few things since it's opened. 

Pink grapefruit sorbetto and cherry amaretto gelato.  Smoothe. 

 My favorite mango stilton in this section.

Sushi chefs create these little beauties fresh daily...glistening pink salmon roe missing from this picture, but trust me, it was Right On.



Kobe beef for under $20 per pound!  And cuts of dry-aged beef for even less.  No, those are good prices and won't stay this low once people catch on to the delectability of dry-aged beef.  Don't worry, other meat prices seem more normal.  Nice, really fresh seafood selection, too, offering calamari steaks and oysters in the shell, crab legs, scallops, clams, etc.  Almost makes you wish for Christmas Eve so you can make your traditional "seven-fish" supper.  Oh yeah, a pretty variety of firm-fleshed whole fish in this section, too.

And here we have a lounge upstairs next to the cooking school.

I didn't get pictures of the cafe or the florist's area.  Or the salad bar, or the pizza bar or the wok bar...or the very colorful produce area.  I've been there a few times and have yet to have time to check out the "regular" grocery aisles.  The place is ginormous!  And big, too.  Really, a whole marketplace called a grocery store.

Hey Trees...A Penny For Your Thoughts!

And Please! What IS This Thing?

Are We Alone...In Ogden?

Now you see 'em...

Now you see them just a little bit less...

And suddenly they are not there at all!

(View of the police station from my back window.)