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When I was living in Malibu, California most people would ask me when I was moving out to LA, the apex of society. Along the lines of: “Gee whiz, when are you going to leave that shit hole you grew up in?” - “You gotta get out of there!” as if my geography was dangerously holding me back. I might as well have been living in Iraq (while I’m sure there are lovely places there as well) not upstate New York.

My point is, they have no idea the real reason why I reside where I do. Sure Los Angeles and New York and Chicago may have wonderful Whole Foods grocery stores and great plastic surgeons. However, they don’t have Wegmans, the #1 grocery store in America as ranked by Food Network. How do you like me now bitches!?

Seriously — even if you’ve been to a local Wegmans, their’s nothing like the fancy man version where I live. Seafood bars (oysters anyone?), grill stations, tea and organic bars are plotted along as you shop, seducing you with their intoxicating smell. A produce section to make you drool and international zone that makes ‘exotic’ ingredients oh so local.

When I want to relax, I ride over and shop there for an hour or two, in awe of the deliciousness (I’m one of those people). Don’t feel like cooking or chilling at their food bars? No worries, check out their gourmet restaurant, Tastings. Working with the obvious freshest ingredients they have an amazing $40 tasting menu, not to mention tuna sashimi that could rival Nobu. Dear god, I’m in love.