I've loved you from the days when you were but a scruffy young thing with shelves packed high with dried fish and freezers wedged into the back beneath low ceilings. When you shed your old building in exchange for the new, I thought,"My, Talin, you've grown. And you look goooood."
I proposed that we move in together, but since you were so set on seeing other people (many,many other people), I've had to settle for frequent visits instead. I know things have been rocky sometimes. Often I'll grasp at those empty spots on your shelves where my favorite brand of baby corn or coconut milk is tauntingly out of stock. How can you tease me so mercilessly with that tag for Strongbow Cider in the UK section? The Woodpecker just doesn't cut it!
But we always make up again over a giant vat of slightly fizzy Kim Chi (Willem Dafoe action figure shown for size comparison).
I toast your health with my favorite cheap sake - Momokawa from Oregon. [Here's a tip - check the bottom of the Momokawa bottle for the bottling date. Fresh sake is a lovely thing.]
You constantly surprise me. How did I not notice that whole upstairs loft section you have?! Just what exactly is that mystery meat in the freezer? Is that a fruit or a weapon? I love how you keep me on my toes and challenge my cooking skills. Those wasabi peas punish my nose and tantalize my taste buds.
I can always count on the banh da lon (see header pic) being tasty in all its tapioca goodness. Your prices on broccoli and mushrooms make me smile. You even carry Cafe du Monde coffee and chicory for those times when my dwindling sorghum supplies need to meld into sweet coffee oblivion. I may continue to see other grocery stores, but it's all just temporary.
I'll always come running back to you.