ode to harmons
November 6, 2008
At Suncrest we used to have a little neighborhood market, which was handy.
But last summer Harmons opened a store at the bottom of the hill, and it was like someone had moved a combination of the Taj Mahal and the Hanging Gardens of Babylon into the neighborhood.
How do I love thee Harmons? Let me count the ways.
First, foremost, head of the class–Gelato. I’ve been to Italy several times to ski, but it’s not the snow that keeps me going back, it’s the gelato. Florence has the best gelato in the world, but the gelato at my local Harmons is pretty close. Yum. You walk into Harmons, and right there, front and center, is the gelato stand. Which is also part of the hot chocolate stand.
Which is the second reason for loving Harmons–delicious hot chocolate, with friendly barristas who remember your name.
Here’s a picture of the gelato/hot chocolate stand:
At least once a week, I stop at Harmons on the way to work, grab a hot chocolate, and head over to the sushi bar and grab a spicy california roll to go.
Yup, sushi. Of course I know that the california roll is the hamburger of sushi–but is there any other kind of sushi you would trust your grocery store, even one as sweet as my Harmons, to make for you? Especially “to go”? (No, is the proper answer.)
And check this out, they a have a bistro. That is to say, a chic little restaurant in the loft. They also have a culinary school. And a Wok bar. And. And. And lots more.
Once, we went to a movie with friends, stopped by the Harmons on the way home to get some necessities, of course had gelato, and then went up those stairs, because you know what else they have up there? A fireplace with couches. Seriously.
They have more cheese than can possibly be real, a great little flower shop, unbelievably good snickerdoodles, and a chocolate/white macadamia bread loaf that you can just eat plain on the way home.
Sometimes I just wander the aisles. Don’t need anything, just a gelato and a cart. “No, no, nothing today thanks, just browsing.”
I love my Harmons.