While in Palm Springs I made the obligatory trip to Bristol Farms to get ingredients for two of the dinners my sister and I cooked.
I’ve been a BF fan since the 80s, when I lived a mile away from their South Pasadena store. You could get things there, like chayote or farro, that you couldn’t find at any other super market. A couple of years ago I picked up orange and lemon bitters there to take back to Virginia. It’s definitely upscale, but not as OTT as some places.
On this trip I had occasion to use the ladies room and saw something I’ve never encountered before:
I’ve been a BF fan since the 80s, when I lived a mile away from their South Pasadena store. You could get things there, like chayote or farro, that you couldn’t find at any other super market. A couple of years ago I picked up orange and lemon bitters there to take back to Virginia. It’s definitely upscale, but not as OTT as some places.
On this trip I had occasion to use the ladies room and saw something I’ve never encountered before:
I didn’t put it to the test by flipping the switch. I wonder how many false alarms they get on that?
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