Blasphemy time, folks – I hate Trader Joe’s.
Hopefully your screeches of horror and disbelief were not so high-pitched that they shattered your computer screens and any nearby chandeliers.
I was only tangentially aware of Trader Joe’s in the days before college – although I did have an enduring fondness for their Triple Ginger Snaps, consumed mainly at my grandparents’ apartment in Philadelphia. Big ups, Granny Franny.
Then sophomore year of college rolled around, and my dorm was right next door to (on top of, actually) the Trader Joe’s by Union Square. “Superb!” I thought. “I can run in for Chile-Spiced Dried Mango or Veggie Masala Burgers whenever I want!”
Me and nine million other people.