So there's this grocery store called Treasure Island. I personally don't like it, but it's still around, so there must be people out there who do.
Treasure Island is one of those places that some people love for the same reasons others hate it. It is, figuratively, a treasure hunt. Disorganized, poorly stocked and randomly contained here are jillions of foods and brands you've never come across before. So you're walking along, scanning the aisles when WHOA - Turkish olive oil? Hold up - obscure Greek cheese? Wait - hang on - wasn't I in the bread aisle? Oh but now it looks like it's turning into the condiments section. What's a random bunch of pineapples doing here?
Maybe it's not quite that crazy, but it feels that way. Some people love it, because you "discover" new things; others hate it, because you can't seem to find what you're looking for!
The best example of the Treasure Island experience is the Produce Guy. He stands in the middle of the section, in front of a giant scale. He takes what you've got, weighs it, wraps it and prints a price tag. He engages you in pleasant conversation. He comments on your tomatoes. He tells you they look good.
I bet there are people out there who love this guy. After all, he's nice! He breaks up the monotony of shopping. But he also stops the flow. He's like a record scratch in my grocery experience. I don't want to interact with a human until I'm done. But I must wait for him, chat, let him bag and tag my veggies, and then get back into shopping mode.
Just like Treasure Island, the Produce Guy is inconsistent, quirky, a little original and a little annoying. The entire experience feels like we're in the 1950s, or we're in Europe, or we're dreaming. Treasure Island is a nice change of pace, but as someone who loves organization and craves efficiency, I'd rather wait in the car.