I remember fondly the first day I visited this store. It looked old fashioned from the outside and remained so inside, with its original shelving, folding tables and dated decor. But I liked the atmosphere immediately. It had an old, unhurried, but solid feel to it and I was drawn in. There was fresh fruit and vegetables from local farmers, eggs from geese and ducks as well as the usual chickens, locally produced meat and bakery products, and a wealth of never seen before food stuffs on the shelves. There were even quite a few British products that I would purchase from here, including Marmite, Oxo cubes, Ryvita and other biscuits. It was quite expensive, which prevented me from shopping here more frequently, but I often popped in, craving food that hadn't been processed.
Since I knew they were closing, and after this article appeared in the local newspaper, I snapped a few photos for the archives, sad that I'd never walk these aisles again.
It had been delicious, a wonderfully crispy and perfectly seasoned coating over tender, tasty, chunky chicken meat. We both looked with yearning at the empty box afterwards, and so our addiction had been born. This was the best fried chicken I'd ever tasted.
I walked to the Deli and asked PAm if she had any chicken, nearly collapsing in a sorrowful heap when she replied, 'No.' I couldn't understand the lack of concern in her voice either but had no time to dwell on that as she turned to me and cheerfully told me I could get some on Sunday. She smiled at my perplexed face and explained that she would be working from Nick's Deli at the other end of Main St. I slapped the counter with my hand, overjoyed, and my dismay at not being able to have fried chicken for dinner evaporated. I'd have a bottle of wine instead!
I walked to the register, there really wasn't much else that I could purchase, the shelves were nearly picked clean. The bakery and tinned products sections still had items for sale, but everything that had been unique to this IGA store was gone. I've now got to find another source for my Lapsang Souchong teabags, among many other items.
I shall always think of the IGA as being the gem that fell out of the ring, with the ring being Marshall. Some sparkle left the town on Saturday...