I’ll admit it. I have a big crush on New Seasons. That’s where we do all of our non-farmer’s market shopping. They’ve got absolutely gorgeous, mostly organic produce. The shelf tags are color-coded so you can tell what’s local at a glance, and the local options are many. It’s not at all hard to shop entirely local there. And they do stuff like this. And the staff, well, Portlanders, let’s just admit it. The percentage of beautiful people staffing the New Seasons locations? Pretty damn high. (If I get brave enough, I’ll get a photo of my Produce crush one of these days to show you. He’s something. All the produce employees wear fishing-style knives in sheaths on their belts for opening boxes, and for slicing into apples to give you a taste of the goods, etc. Most of them wear their knives on their hips. My guy wears his at the small of his back. The appeal of this is inexplicable, but undeniable. You have to see it for yourself… Swoon…)
