This needs to become regular, and I need to become a regular. Every Saturday morning. Or afternoon. Produce, flowers, cafe, wine, sites, sounds, smells: I want The Rochester Public Market to be my routine. Literally steps from my doorstep and streets from everywhere else. It is the #ShopLocal, #EatLocal culinary epicenter of Rochester, NY. And I haven’t even touched on Rohrbach’s Brewery , Railroad Street.
Saturday, I finally went. My first time this summer–official summer–and I got to stroll. Rochester, New York’s Public Market has national acclaim and if you’ve ever lived in Rochester, or have ever moved away, you know why. We got charm. We got variety. We got quality. We got Finger Lakes Wine tastings. We got class.
This past Saturday, The Market was extraordinary. Amidst the mist of drizzle and blooming sunshine, mothers, singles, teens, strollers, bargain browsers, chefs, and hipsters of all ages wound around and through the equally as multifarious fare. And that’s not even what makes our Rochester, NY Public Market sing. It’s the stories. The one-liners. The characters. Our people.
As I burnished snapdragons from Ziembiec’s Wholesale Florist throughout makeshift aisles and barely-there pathways (always buy flowers last, PS) one couple chimed in with expert/amateur advice. Put Clorox in the water, she shouted. Or vodka! the jovial husband quipped. I laughed, and like a turn of the wave, the couple folded back through the crowd. Or, rather, the crowd wrapped over and through them.
Barricaded, I braced myself against the Heron Hill Finger Lakes wine stand. Is it the red or the white you like? Sweet or not too much. A collapsible table transformed from the fate of an insipid info-booth
or forgotten lemonade stand, supported every last one of my anticipations. Four samples & 1 bottle purchased, I still couldn’t believe that our Public Market has had the liquor license, 21+ years, to vend during market hours. Take that grocery stores.