“Where do you go to get anorexia?” – Shelley Winters
I SAY TO G, “WHAT’S FOR DINNER?” G sez to me, “Whatever you want to get…at Whole Foods.” See, I told you guys, that I would rue the day when Whole Foods opened at Belmar in Lakewood, less than two miles from my house. And now I do.
Last December, at 444 S. Wadsworth Blvd (303/935-5000; www.wholefoods.com), they opened the biggest and bestest Whole Foods in that great chain of food emporiums. And I have regretted (most of) it ever since. Why? I’ll tellya.
We stop in Sunday nite after visiting G’s 98 year-old grandmother. It’s about 7 pm, and we are there to pick up something to take home for dinner. G and I rarely like the same thing there; she’s into their pasta and salads, and I’m into The Beef. Or The Pork. Or The Poultry. Or the Wonderfully Fresh Seafood. Or The Deli. But not the foo foo. Neither of us can pass the desserts.
We start with the breads. I spot a loaf of rustic Italian wheat bread. Sounded good to make me a nice thick sangie. Mosey over to the deli where my right eye lights on some Niman Ranch ham. Part of the problem at Whole Foods is that they will let you sample darn near anything. So G and I sample the ham. Ooooh, yummy. A rather salty but single muscle ham with great texture. I’ll take a pound and a half of that. We mosey to the next counter where the left eye spies Sonoma Chicken Salad with grapes and pecans. “Would you care for a sample, sir? You betcha bippie”, replies moi. Ummmm ummm good. I’ll take a pound of that stuff. Next to that dish is the Charleston Chicken Salad, with BBQ rub, melted cheese, tomatoes and secret stuff. G samples that and, you guessed, it, orders up a pound or so of that.
Am I sounding like Rachel Ray? I can’t stand her travel with Rachel And Rave About Every Damn Thing I Taste Show. Everything she tastes in her tour of America tastes good and gets the same exact mmmmm. good. Why doesn’t that gal spit something out, and holler, “YUK!” Boo on her. I think her travel show sucks.
Anywho, are you keeping track? We now have a whole loaf of bread and four pounds of food. Not salads, not pasta, but real, stick to the ribs food. But we keep on moseying. Pass on all that packaged stuff, hot dogs and the like. Nothing wrong with those items, but we are into SAMPLING. Now we’re at the seafood department and I can smell Big Trouble. Super Chef Matt Cheatham is at his grilling station. God, I can’t stand it…G sez “Let’s have some fish and chips!” Do I fight and say, No, dear, we have enuf food for an army, let’s go home and eat it? Not moi. Is it cuz I never say “no” to G unless I want to face the wrath of The Perfect Woman? No, I am not a coward. It’s just that fish and chips sounded really good. And Chef Matt has made them for us before and not only is the seafood at WF the best there is, but Chef Matt cooks everything to perfection. So we order fish and chips for two. Last month he cooked me a wonderful halibut sangie. Is halibut sangies on the menu? No, but they sell packaged halibut. Chef Matt went over to the case, got a halibut patty, cooked me up a wonderful sangie.
While waiting and watching all the activity, G peruses the menu and tells me that they have a jumbo six shrimp cocktail for about seven bucks. Hmmm. Not being the type to pass on my favorite munchie in the world for such a reasonable price, I order one. The only thing wrong with that shrimp cocktail is that G ate two of MY shrimp. The best I’ve had in Denver is at McCormick and Schmick’s in the Tech Center. This was just as good at half the price.
Since I hadn’t had any food, and forgetting the rule about not shopping for food just before dinner, I moseyed to the other side of the counter and picked up a pound of muh all time WF fav: smoked tuna salad. Then G spots Maryland Blue crab cakes, and wouldn’t they go terrific with the potato latkes that we’re not going to eat tonite? So we get a couple of those.
But as busy as this store is, everyone I talk to is tickled to death that they are in Lakewood, and love the huge prepared foods sections. And most of the time the grub is cooked to perfection.
Cya.
In his real life Jay Fox is a CPA. He offers all kinds of good tax planning advice, financial calculators and the latest in tax news at his website: www.jayfoxcpa.com. He just writes this column for the money.