Due to a series of fortunate events, I was able to visit Zingerman’s Deli in Ann Arbor, MI. It’s one of those places that gets you excited about food the minute you enter.
Have I mentioned that I’m a fan of really good butter? Just inside the door, I spy this:
Then I was approached by the cheese dude, the cheese guy, the cheese meister, and after describing a couple of cheeses I had enjoyed recently, he gave me a sample of something just as yummy.
I love that. Not that he was doing his job of selling me cheese I’d never heard of, but that he knew his stuff and did his job well.
Next I see this, and know I have come home:
Inside the locked case above, there rests a $300 bottle of balsamic vinegar. Yes – it’s over the top.
So you and I and 298 of our closest friends should each pitch in a buck and get to lick a spoon dipped in it. All I really want is to taste
Don’t even get me started on the rugelach. Best I’ve had.
weird exotic chocolates are regional – in Texas I saw them with chiles, and here they are made with pepperoncini. To each his own weird exotic chocolate.
Please let me know – what store do you leave having happily, giddily spent too much?
I’d like to put together a Map of Food Store Heaven. I’ll go off and try to figure out how to make an interactive map while I’m waiting to hear from you.
Well done Zingerman’s!
Postscript: I thought of titling this post “Zing Went the Strings of My Heart.” If you know that reference, please write me. We’ll start a club.
Credits: thanks to my brother Stephen for the gift box introducing me to Zingerman’s, and David, who insisted I go there while in Detroit, and Giulia, for actually reading my stuff!