Years ago we lived in a food desert, apparently. We were in DC, on Capitol Hill, right across from Eastern Market. OK, we didn't. But the tiny, cramped grocery store we frequented--the aisle could accommodate only one skinny collapsible stroller at a time---closed down soon after we arrived. So we relied on the Market for some things, and piled into a car to hit the traditional supermarket, several blocks away.
We could buy yogurt and milk at the liquor store, two doors from our house, mind you.
But this was in such sharp contrast to the varied foods sold in small shops on the Lower East Side of New York, where we lived back in the early 70's. Cheese shops, green grocers, bagel joints, bakeries, Italian delis, fruit-sellers, and bodegas in adundance.
Meanwhile, the joys of cafe-sitting with one coffee all day while plugged into the Internet? Disappearing, perhaps. As more ( out of work) people crowd in and dominate tables, coffee shops, themselves struggling, are fighting back, according to this piece about New York in the Wall Street Journal. Maybe laptoppers should be welcomed only at long counters equipped with plugs, with a time limit derived from a complicated formula based on food/drink consumed.
Further:
Food desert as defined by Wikipedia: "A food desert is a district with little or no access to foods needed to maintain a healthy diet, but often served by plenty of fast food restaurants."
On food deserts from Chicago-based Mari Gallagher Research and Consulting.
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