I used to think every grocery store was like Wegmans. Boy, was I wrong. Very very very wrong.
For those of you who don't know, Wegmans is a land created by the gods to us mere peasants that are not worthy at all.
And even though I could rave about Wegmans for hours, I was once unworthy. Like I said, I thought every grocery store was like Wegmans. You have your vegetarian/healthy living section, your ethnic section, meats, poultry, dairy section. Whatever you're looking for, it is probably there. There is even an obscure cheese section. There's a florist, a pharmacy, a home section and usually a pretty good portion dedicated to being a liquor store. Isn't that at every grocery store?
The people of Chesnut Hill and beyond should be forever grateful that us New Yorkers have given them such a grocery store. Their feeble minds and stomachs are now able to enjoy what we have.
Wegmans is more than a grocery store. It is a LIFESTYLE. I base my days off around going to Wegmans and even find excitement when my mother makes me drive to Eastwood to get Italian bread (what sparked this post). There are followers of Wegmans. If you asked me to describe New York I would say Wegmans (and scenic).
When I walked into the Wegmans in Chesnut Hill, I was misty-eyed. No, it wasn't my Wegmans but it was a Wegmans. I made one of closest friends from school, Sam, brave the scary Mass. Pike and take me and have since converted a soul. Sam now has a rewards car and shops there frequently.
Wegmans is such a lifestyle that I have been past a Wegmans in Rochester, where the company started, and felt a sense of happiness and as if that was something I always had to do. That was just a random Wegmans in Rochester so just imagine how I would feel if I went past the original.
The two Wegmans locations in Syracuse are opened 24/7 and have saved my butt countless times throughout my youth. It is 24/7 happiness.
Upstate New York can't offer you much but it can offer you Wegmans.