I don't cook, so by extension I don't go into grocery stores very often.* This afternoon I got dragged into one. Here's what I found.
*I do, however, love suburban grocery stores, if only for their size and staggering choices of processed foods.
Apparently it's 1953 in Gristede's.
You know what makes this cookie French? Because it's wearing a beret.
I don't even know what's going on with this creepy/phallic children's goody bag toy. Based on the typeface I'd say it's been in the store since 1991. And they wonder why it's not selling...