The Italian Liquor Section: I Must Be In San Francisco
So I’m in the grocery store, seeking out a jar of sauce and the pasta aisle. I look up and behold a decidedly odd sight.
I’m not saying this is a bad idea. Actually, it makes a lot of sense on a number of levels. Still, in the Mid-West, most of your booze is in a separate room, never mind aisle. And it’s usually just called wine. “Pinot Noir,” “Chardonnay,” and “Sauvignon” mixed in with the pasta and tomato sauce? I must be in San Francisco.