There's also a new Japanese market on Broadway, a couple of blocks south of the Treasure Island.

in the Chicago area, we just have the Peapod service that you have to arrange delivery from a week or so in advance.

You can do Peapod up to about 8 pm the night before delivery.

Gawd, I'd make fun of this, but it would be like shooting fish in a barrel. But you know, I think I'll just protest the whole thing by not having an orgasm that day.

Whereas I'm thinking this may make for a pick-up line that's just crazy enough to work. circles December 22 on the calendar...

I'm about to go cheese shopping with a co-worker, and we'll see how that goes. I may have to stand outside the shop and point.

Choose Roaring Forties blue cheese. All the nummy taste of Cabrales, none of the wet dirty sock odor!

Whereas I'm thinking this may make for a pick-up line that's just crazy enough to work. circles December 22 on the calendar...

I can't think of any pick-up line related to this that I could say with a straight face.

You know, maybe we can have world peace if we all try to have an orgasm at the same time while we concentrate on peace.

Talk about performance anxiety! "Honey, it's okay if you don't come. I just hope you can live with the knowledge that, were it not for you, there would have been an end to war, famine, and pestilance."

"...."

"Wanna try again?"

Speaking of markets, are supermarkets that deliver more prevelant in other parts of the country? Because, AFAIK, in the Chicago area, we just have the Peapod service that you have to arrange delivery from a week or so in advance.

I bet a lot of places deliver for a fee around the country, but I suspect a pure-delivery business like FreshDirect can only be viable in a city like NY, where high-density means you can make a lot of deliveries in an hour and grocery store shopping is difficult for a large number of residents.

Choose Roaring Forties blue cheese. All the nummy taste of Cabrales, none of the wet dirty sock odor!

Alas, I cannot eat the blues -- mold is forbidden to me. We ended up with a triple-creme brie, Ms Quicke's Cheddar, and a delicious sheepsmilk blue that I can only look longingly at.

Whereas I'm thinking this may make for a pick-up line that's just crazy enough to work. circles December 22 on the calendar...

So, you'll go with the standard, "I come in peace"?

where high-density means you can make a lot of deliveries in an hour and grocery store shopping is difficult for a large number of residents.

And where you have a population with the preexisting assumption that one should be able to have everything delivered.

I'm sure it is very nummy, but I can't get past the fish head part of fish head soup. I'm not sure if it is the fish or the head. I think I'm still showing signs of ptsd from the guppy soup 15 years ago.

I've had an epiphany about my information loop: the two teams aren't talking to each other. They've picked me as a liason. Which, fine, but tell me beforehand, ok? Except I don't think they've realized they're doing it.

And where you have a population with the preexisting assumption that one should be able to have everything delivered.

I think that's an important reason too-- it's part of the culture to have ordinary items delivered. It not a luxury.

Speaking of, I need to go to that Container Store where you just scan items and they're delivered same-day. It's like the anti-Ikea.