Supermarkets as “Lifestyle Stores”

A few months ago, Whole Foods opened a swankier incarnation of itself in San Francisco. With its wine bar, bistro, expanded gourmet takeout etc., it’s part of the new "lifestyle store" trend that has now been expanded to…Safeway.

That’s right, the former workhorse of grocery stores opened its own "lifestyle store" in Livermore of all places.

I loathe going to your typical fluorescent lit, poorly stocked, supermarket. That’s why I frequent the Ferry Plaza Farmers market, Andronico’s and my local natural food store, Thom’s. And I get deliveries from Whole Foods when I can’t make it to any of those places, thanks to the Shophoppers delivery service.

I don’t know that a pottery barn makeover would make me spend more time and money at Safeway. I am either in the market for processed foods, or I’m not. Unless this makeover is complete with upgraded produce quality, it may not fly with other flks either.

Miss Dior Cherie

I have a confession to make…despite being the go-to person at work and amongst friends for purchasing just about anything in this fine city, I have an area of purchasing that has been sorely neglected: fragrance.

I’ve been wearing Chanel’s Coco perfume since high school. My then boyfriend bought me a bottle for Christmas or my birthday, which I traded off for Calvin Klein’s Eternity,for a year or so, but the Coco eventually won out, and became my signature fragrance.

But about a year or so ago, I realized I was no longer in love with my Coco. Its scent no longer made me smile. But laziness and fear of running the gauntlet of the fragrance tester sprayers caused me to do nothing about it, other than wistfully wish a new fragrance would plop itself into my lap. But no such luck.

But last Friday, while running errands at the San Francisco Shopping Centre, I stopped in at Nordstrom to have a pass through by the shoes and accessories. As I was headed to the elevators, I passed by an intimate little salon off to the side of the cosmetics, and distinctly away from its hustle and bustle. A multitude of shelves held perfume tester bottles and paper strips.A friendly saleswoman watched from the back of the room but let my fellow shoppers and myself slowly peruse the shelves, spraying and smelling and daydreaming.

The scent that caught my attention was the newish Miss Dior Cherie. Like Coco, it’smoreofa"nightime scent" but I don’t personally differentiate. People who know more than me about these things say its primary notes include strawberry leaf, patchouli, violet, mandarin, musk, and jasmine. I’m surprised because patchouli is not something I usually like. But it’s subtle enough that I don’t really notice it. It’s just a happy, light fragrance.

There weren’t any samples of the fragrance, so the Nordstrom saleswoman MADE one for me. That level of service, combined with the great atmosphere for browsing the fragrances is why I’ll be headed back there to buy my own bottle later this week.

Royal Blend Tea

Whenever friends are headed to the UK, I inevitably pester them about procuring some of Fortnum & Mason's Royal Blend tea for me. I fell in love with this tea over the holidays, in London, in 2001. It was in a sampler I'd bought for my friend and hostess, Leah. After perhaps a day, we'd already gone through its selection in the tea box and set out to the F&M food hall to procure ourselves some more.

This morning, after securing an incoming fix of more of this tea, I stumbled across the Fortnum & Mason US website, through which you can actually order this glorious tea. Happy days.


Le Sanctuaire

Like everyone, I have a few places at which I simply do not allow myself to just "stop in." This includes Sephora, where a girl can easily drop a few hundred dollars on lip gloss and skin care products, and Anthropologie with all its cute dresses and sweaters that can easily blow a month’s discretionary spending.

And that’s why you won’t see me traipsing up the stairs to go to ‘s SF outpost of Le Sanctuaire. It’s hard enough for me to leave Sur La Table without coming home with some kitchen tool I can barely stuff into my overflowing utensils drawer. It would be dangerous for me to enter a place that supplies the tools and raw materials for all sorts of kitchen science projects. Just reading Amanda Gold’s Chronicle article this morning made me fear for my wallet. Like I could leave a place like that without trying to procure some of my favorite supplies from Italy and France.

I run away in the face of such temptation.

Le Sanctuaire
315 Sutter St., fifth floor, San Francisco
(415) 986-4216

Bristol Farms at Westfield SF Shopping Center

Until recently, my only real option for healthy snacks for during my work day was hitting up the Tuesday lunchtime Farmers Market at the Ferry Building. And although I truly adore that market, most of what I want from there needs to be brought home and prepared, rather than being a great afternoon no hassle snack.

When I’d feel especially motivated, I’d walk to the SOMA location of Whole Foods, but it is such a trek from the Financial District that it would leave me hot and sweaty from power walking carrying a heavy grocery sack full of treats, and out of time to actually enjoy some lunch.

When I got my first glimpse of the Bristol Farms in the new Westfield San Francisco shopping mall at Union Square, I was thrilled that I’d finally have the ability to buy the same great breakfast foods and snacks I had at home to eat at work. (In case you are wondering why I didn’t just bring in food from home, I ride MUNI buses to and from work — it’s a pain to have a big heavy bag on a standing room only bus and leaving things unrefrigerated for 30-45 minutes is not such a great idea.) On a nice day, it’s a 15 minute walk, otherwise BART and MUNI metro underground all stop at the Powell station that is adjacent to the subterranean market.

The store is gorgeous, and they stock most of the same brands I buy at Andronico’s. Plus they have a big selection of hot food, and a great panini bar. Here’s what made it back to work with me:

  • Turkey cheddar panini for lunch
  • Baby carrots in individual bags
  • Boursin garlic herb cheese spread
  • Republic of Tea vanilla almond tea (bags)
  • Fage Greek honey yogurt
  • Nature Valley oats and honey granola bars
  • Bristol Farms chili peanuts

I plan to make a weekly trek to the store to stock oup the work fridge with food I not only like to eat, but that is better for me than the prepared options in the vicinity. Yeah for making buying god food easier!

Gourmet Beverages

Since I am no longer fond of our local beverage super store, after receiving bad service and worse attitude, I have been sad that it’s meant a lack of Boylans specialty sodas in my life (particularly the Sugar Kane Cola my SO loves). My other beverage woe is the scarcity of Santa Lucia water retailers. I can buy it when someone hasn’t gotten to it first during my rare trips to Whole Foods, or can buy tiny bottles of it at LuLu Petite at the Ferry Building, but I don’t have any way to maintain a regular supply.

But this morning, thanks to the joy of googling, I found a site that sells BOTH of these beverages — Soda King. This website has the Boylans Sugar Kane Cola AND Santa Lucia sparkling water!!! I am going to have to wait to place my case order, however, until I can talk to a human. The online form calculated $44 in UPS Ground shipping charges (estimating 2 44 lb boxes!) for my $36 order of a case of soda and a case of water.

Shop Hoppers

As a non-driver city dweller who loves to cook, I have to admit I was a big fan of Webvan. They never let me try to buy anything they didn’t have in stock. The fruit and vegetables they brought me were as gorgeous as if I’d picked them up from the farmers market. Their selection was on a par with Andronico’s or even Whole Foods. And their substitutions didn’t suck. I truly wish they had started out charging us all delivery fees so that there would be a chance they’d still be around today.

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NYC Holiday Whirlwind

Two layers of cashmere sweaters, boots, fuzzy scarf and gloves, topped off with a three-quarters length leather jacket barely took the edge off the 20-something degree early morning temperature, as I briskly walked down Fifth Avenue last December, against the flow of the humming Midtown Manhattan morning commuters, sliding onto the sidewalks from the streets on the patches of ice which, still in the skyscrapers’ shadows, had not yet thawed.

I ignored the cold, even though my cheeks were a garish shade of pink. I was a California girl on a unique mission: I was in search of a television-perfect Manhattan Holiday weekend, complete with extravagant holiday windows, gourmet delicacies flown in from Paris, and ice skating at Rockefeller Center.

I’d come into the city on a red eye flight, and dropped my bags at my Grand Central area hotel, grabbed a vanilla latte, and set out on my quest. The gleaming art deco Rockefeller Center was my first stop on my whirlwind holiday tour. Metal barriers kept tourists from cutting through the plaza, as the television crewmembers rushed around what would be the set for that evening’s Christmas tree lighting ceremony. I was lucky to still able to get in a few tranquil minutes of watching those more graceful than myself skate on the festively decorated, below-street level Rockefeller Center Skating Rink.

First opened on Christmas Day, 1936, the Rink has attracted over a quarter million people each year, and has been featured in countless movies, making it a must-see on my quest to take in NYC holiday traditions. The skaters, gliding around the rink in circles or figure eights, appeared to be blissfully unaware of the screech of the electrical tape and the sound checks going on amongst the crowd above them.

Rockefeller Center was a good launching point for my holiday windows tour. The holiday windows of Barney’s, Bergdorf Goodman, and Saks Fifth Avenue, noted by multiple friends as the most imaginative in years past, were my key stops. Simon Doonan’s “Sex in the City” inspired windows at Barney’s, were funny (comedy is always a key aspect of his window designs). But it was Linda Fargo’s “A Holiday Dream” window, with its opulent nighttime landscape of black and white swans, Swarovski chandelier, and huge baroque mirror at Bergdorf Goodman that really grabbed me.

A morning of window-shopping in windy cold conditions called for a lunchtime respite at Fauchon’s tea salon. After a short wait in the doorway, I was rewarded with perhaps the best table for people watching. While I waited for my my pot of Earl Grey with flowers tea and petite yet perfectly filling foie gras sandwich ($27 with tip), I leaned back in the reclining gilt-covered chair, with the signature Fauchon pink-and –white striped upholstery, to enjoy my unobstructed view of Madison Avenue’s lunchtime shoppers.

The narrow salon was packed with couples enjoying a romantic interlude in the middle of the workday or after some serious site seeing, plus several independent women enjoying pots of tea and an array of pastries. While I was halfway through my tea, an older woman was seated at a table in the corner, with her back to the storefront wall, facing my table. It became clear after her conversations with the waiter that she was a regular, and that I was seated at her regular table. Full of holiday spirit, and anxious to start my holiday shopping in the attached shop, I chose not to linger at the table, and flagged down the waiter for my check.

This Fauchon storefront had a comprehensive selection of the products the company markets in the United States. Contrary to what the store manager tried to convince me of, it does not, however, include the same range of products as the Paris shops. Most notably, the “potted duck” (duck rillettes in a pantry-ready glass jar) was absent. I snatched up a dozen small jars of unusual condiments (such as the mustard with cocoa), and the milk jams (vanilla, caramel, coffee), plus several pink tin canisters of individually wrapped madeleines (a treat I’d fallen in love with the previous Spring in Paris), and decided this year’s presents would have a culinary theme.

A nap back at the hotel was a necessary luxury before hopping on the Metro at Grand Central and heading to SoHo for additional window-shopping and dinner at Slow Food favorite Savoy. After a failed attempt at a meet-up with a local friend, I decided to still try for dinner at Savoy.

Savoy is a cozy, two-story jewel box of a restaurant on Prince at Crosby. Despite my lack of reservations, I was allowed to sit at a tiny round table next to the picture windows in the front of the downstairs bar. I ordered a glass of house red wine and the charcuterie plate ($12) to start, which featured a few paper-thin slices of Serrano ham, their own house cured sopressata, which was good, and their house cured mortadella, which was amazing. These treats were accompanied by house-made condiments (pickles and a scarlet colored mustard made with figs that was as attractive as it was delicious), and a tiny taste of a house-made pork rillette, and little toasted bread slices. They had also brought me a breadbasket with three presumably house-made breads) but it was mostly neglected due to the temptations provided by the charcuterie.

My entree decision was easy to make — as soon as my affable waiter started to say that the night’s special entree was venison ($28). Venison is one of my all-time favorite treats, and exemplifies the holidays to me. I was pleased he didn’t ask me how I wanted it cooked; that small detail, on the heels of the impressive starter, gave me a certain level of certainty it was going to be marvelous, as well as instilling my faith in the chef and the restaurant.

The venison came out with dark edges and the requisite/desired non-bloody but still vibrant red-pink middle, surrounded by a light sauce of its own drippings, on a bed of roasted brussels sprouts and roasted chestnuts (for that perfect winter touch), and a big fluffy bed of pureed and whipped parsnips that looked exactly like a mound of mashed potatoes but had all the rich earthy taste I’d expect from parsnips. I savored the bites of this meal.

My final holiday “to do” was to meet up with a friend from home, Greg, who happened to be in town, so we could see the Christmas tree at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. To beat the crowds, we met right as the museum opened, and made a beeline for the tree. For the past 35 years, the museum has decorated an immense tree with a unique and growing collection of eighteenth-century Neapolitan angels and cherubs scattered across its branches, and a colorful array of crèche figures flanking a Nativity scene at its base.

Standing in the Medieval Hall, looking up at the 50 large, individually decorated angels suspended from the tree, surrounded by the smiling faces of the tourists and locals alike who had made the pilgrimage to this shrine to the spirit of the holidays, I received my first gift of the season: Greg escorted me to the café overlooking the Central Park, where we enjoyed a cup of coffee, and a lively conversation about our childhood holiday traditions, which was an ideal way to wrap-up my holiday whirlwind tour of New York.

The Ice Skating Rink at Rockefeller Center is open October to April. See or call (212) 332-7654 for hours of operation and cost.

Holiday Windows. The major concentration of holiday windows with the most lavish decorations tends to be on Fifth from 53rd to E. 59th, and Madison from 57th to E 81st. For an armchair tour of NYC holiday windows past, visit the Fashion Planet website ( and choose the 2003/4 holiday windows link.

Fauchon, The Madison Avenue outpost has closed, but the Park Avenue location (442 Park Avenue at 56th Street, is still open.

Savoy, 70 Prince St. (Between Crosby and Lafayette Sts.) (212) 219-8570.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1000 Fifth Avenue at 82nd Street. (212) 535-7710. Annual Christmas Tree and Neapolitan Baroque Crèche, November 23, 2004–January 7, 2005, Medieval Art, 1st floor .