Since moving to China I'm fairly convinced that I spend most of my time going grocery shopping. This is a far cry from living in DC, where I spent little time grocery shopping and all of it was across the street at Costco. Technically I think I actually live closer to the grocery store now, since there's basically a supermarket on the ground floor of the building--I don't even have to go outside!--but alas, it is not Costco (even if I sometimes find products from Costco hugely marked up at the import store there). The thing is, what would be one trip to the store in the States is usually four or five trips here. And all these trips are constrained by how much you can carry home in your bags before your spine telescopes. So instead of going to the supermarket and loading all my various purchases into the car, shopping is much like a choose your own adventure novel:
If you want produce, take the staff elevators down to Happy Family (yes that is the name of the store). That will let you out in the elevator lobby, which leads into a back entrance to the jewelry department that takes up the front third of the ground floor. I always think that door should be marked "Employees only" but no one has yet stopped the crazy white girl from wandering through, so I continue to use it. The produce area is set up kind of like it would be in an American store, but instead of having a checkout area at the front of the store, there are registers all over. So you bag the veggies of your choice (as one helpful old lady pantomimed to me the first time I went shopping there--I couldn't find the little baggies and so was just wandering around with an armful of loose cucumbers and broccoli) and take them to the register to be weighed and paid for. Then you repeat with your fruit. And your other fruit. There's some sort of arcane system of which registers you have to go to to pay for which kind of fruit, but I haven't figured it out yet. Usually there's lots of pointing and kind but unintelligible directions. This adventure applies to all produce except for potatoes, which are inexplicably the least happy part of Happy Family. For potatoes, go to Walmart.
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Happy Family veggie stand. |
If you want eggs, go deeper into Happy Family. At the egg counter you can get several varieties, including (I think) quail and goose. Chicken eggs come in various numbers and levels of expensiveness, but I stick to the cheap flats of loose eggs where you pick them out one by one and place them very carefully in a little plastic baggie. I do this because A) cheap, B) I can get uniformly large eggs for baking, and C) I like to live dangerously. Once you have your bag of eggs, you get to try and find the proper register, which is even more confusing than the fruit one. Sometimes you pay by the eggs. Sometimes you pay in the seafood area. Sometimes you pay in the beef area. Most confusingly, sometimes the register attendant will weigh your bag of eggs and send you off with a printed barcode sticker stuck to your finger to a different register so you can pay there and
then go back to the original spot and collect your bag of eggs that you then have to carry gingerly back home.
If you want some basic staples like flour, rice, oil, and instant ramen, you can go to a few places, but I generally choose the little convenience store-like place inside Happy Family, where you can get all of the above, plus boxed milk, Kinder Eggs, thirty million types of indecipherable snack foods, and an entire shelf of things like prepackaged lotus root, chicken feet, and MSG.
If you want meat, I guess you could go to Happy Family or the like and get it, but I've never been brave enough. Meat is generally just set out in chunks in open cases--no nice portions, no plastic wrapped trays. Just lumps of meat that everyone (and probably their dogs) pokes through with bare hands. Yech. Instead, I opt for the halal market, which I think has much better meat, but involves careful planning, a buddy, a bus ride, actually having to communicate in Mandarin, and generally clearing out the entire stock of chicken breasts from one specific lady's stall. Meat buying days are always an
Adventure, and generally only happen once a month.
If you want things like tortilla chips or butter, generally you have to go to fancy import stores like Metro or Ole. These both involve public transport or mooching a ride off a friend. They also involve trying really hard not to think about how much you're spending on a bag of tortilla chips. Six dollars a bag. Gah. The things I do for nachos.
If you want a mildly out-of-body experience (or potatoes), go to Walmart. A Chinese Walmart is a weird amalgamation of a standard Chinese store and an American Walmart. They
smell the same, is the strangest thing. The first time I walked in to the Walmart here I was expecting the crappy florescent lighting and the long lines at the three open registers, but I was not expecting to inhale and have my scent memory go "Yep, Walmart." It's deeply weird. But hey, at Walmart I can get basic cheddar cheese and frozen corn and sometimes those are very important necessities.
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Checking out at Walmart. The little shelves by the registers have things like gum, chocolate, and oddly, condoms. |