After a quick drink with Brent and Peter at The Skinny for some bloggy/new media shop talk, I wandered almost guiltily to the WF on Houston Street. Why the guilt? I was sneaking around the back of my 14th street WF love.
Well, I could have saved myself any guilt. The place was capital “D” pressing. Maybe because it’s new. And it was a Tuesday night. And the LES was quiet. And they have too much room: 71,00 square feet spread over two floors-it felt and was empty. (I didn’t go upstairs, not yet, but the NYT did, second item).
I, like most New Yorkers, are used to cramped shopping quarters . Like Fairway on the UWS? If you don't get shoved or one dirty look, you’re doing it wrong. So all that space and no pushing, it was like entering bizarro world. Too clean, too new, too nice, too fresh: sterile. Not New York.
Sustainable Table blogged about it a few weeks back [amongst others ] much better than I in this short post. However, I think we’re all experiencing similar feelings about the Whole Fooding of the city: torn between a deep emotional loss of neighborhood grocers and a guilty pleasure for embracing the new, the clean, the big, and the organic.