Last week we decided to go beyond the Clinton Bailey Market to the food terminals across the street. I'm pretty sure they're run by the same people.
Do you know they sell eggs there? Allegedly grass fed free range. There's even the used up corpse of the chicken who pooped them out.
The first store we went into was a weird dent and scratch reseller. They sold trim, toilets, sinks, and a thousand of the same model printers that had an Amazon label on it. Is this where your Amazon returns end up?
The second one was a restaurant food supply place. My mom used to buy bulk bags of mozzarella (that's where so many pizzas originate
(e:uchina)). If you ever want five pound of pepper flakes, or mayonaisse by the gallon, be sure to stop here.
We tried Hydraulic Hearth again for brunch on the way back. I thought Paul ordered a coffee but it turned out to be a double shot, oops.