New York has supermarkets, sure. But then there are the little family-run grocery stores where somebody knows exactly which olives you mean, the butcher remembers your order, and the cashier somehow knows you’ve been “meaning to come back” for three weeks.
Why drive across town for groceries when the good stuff might be hiding behind a hand-painted sign and a door that’s been there since forever?
These places aren’t trying to reinvent shopping, they’re doing something arguably harder. Staying good enough that generations of locals keep coming back…