Suddenly, I was in a food superstore.
There was everything anyone could want: fresh fruit and vegetables, cheeses from around the world, fresh shellfish, freshly butchered meats, just-made breads, and prepared foods representing too many countries to count.
It was complete sensory overload as I walked around aimlessly for more than 30 minutes, taking in the exotic smells, the bright colors and the sounds of farm-to-table commerce at its best.
I honestly didn't know what to do. Was I going to order the homemade pierogies from the Ukrainian food stand? Or the famous pan meal bacon sandwich from the Carousel Bakery? Perhaps, the mahimahi special from Buster's Sea Cove. I was almost paralyzed by the number of possibilities.