No weekend in Walton is complete without a trip to the local supermarket, which announces in a huge banner out front that it has the largest refrigerated beer section — its own room, mind you — in the region. While everyone gathered supplies for the weekend — including, obviously, a well-chilled case of Miller High Life — I wandered around the store with the Yashica, photographing aisle upon aisle of edible wares. There was nothing particularly unique about this supermarket, except maybe that the width of the aisles made it clear that we had left the confines of the city many miles ago (cf my earlier post, for instance, on this place).
That said, the length and width of these aisles upstate have nothing on the glory that is, and will always be, Wegmans. Man alive, I miss Wegmans.