I was born and raised in Illinois. I’ve never lived more than 100 miles from Chicago.
I just returned from a trip to Baltimore yesterday. The veteran sales guy I traveled with told me upon arrival at the hotel “you’re going to want to go to Wegman’s.”
No truer statement has ever been uttered.
I will sum up how great this place is with two small points:
- I purchased a pumpkin babka for my hotel room (as you do — for one night…don’t judge). I ate 1/3 of it (again, don’t judge!). I made room in my carry-on bag to take it back to Illinois with me.
- My colleague and I — on a lark — chatted up the woman working in the cheese section. This woman regaled us with the entire supply chain, cheese selection process, aging practices, and tasting notes for various cheeses. She let us sample some — even opening up a new block of fairly pricey brie. She simply knew her shit. I’ve never encountered that at a grocery store — and I worked in one all through high school.
I think that about sums it up. I will now find every reason to travel back to Baltimore. Wegman’s did that — not The Wire, not the Orioles, not the super cool state flag of Maryland — Wegman’s.