Bulk bins with hard-to-find legumes and spices, every odd ingredient a baker could need, a knockout butcher department, a deli that demands respect and all the best produce at very competitive prices — what’s not to love?
What? You’d want someone to greet you outside with a grill cooking burgers and sausages, too?
Good news – Sheridan has all of that, and then some.
Since produce is in its name, let’s start there; it’s small but extremely well-stocked. I don’t need 800 avocados in a store display, right? Chances are I won’t be leaving with more than a couple and so the rest is just for those who follow me, and I can’t imagine they’ll need all 797 in the next day or so, right?
Here, there appears to be a little bit of everything, and I know I can predictably find some of the things that look either ratty or so over-priced that they are nearly unapproachable elsewhere: fennel bulbs (and they cut off all but the nicest bit of fronds, thanks for that), radicchio, every kind of fresh herb, unusual heirloom varieties of carrots, tomatoes, beets, etc. I have also seen here things usually only found at seasonal farmers’ markets or specialty Asian markets (like green garlic or Thai eggplants).
Sheridan Produce Market is a delicious mash-up: produce stand, small market, gourmet goods emporium, health food store, butcher, deli. Usually you’d have to go to a really big market to get all these amenities but somehow the footprint is so compact that you can get so many good things with an economy of movement; the end result is shopping that feels more like a pleasure trip than a long, grueling hike.
Too many good things to list, but come here when you need to find that one special thing — smoked Maldon salt, orange oil for baking, oil-cured olives for a salad — or you just want to expand your cooking horizons (buy those leeks and parsnips) or just sneak in a little grocery retail therapy.
Please though, if you go, don’t hit the licorice bridge mix too hard! It’s one of the places I can buy it in bulk (instead of exorbitantly priced little packets) and last time I went to buy my regular 4 pound bag (enough to fill an old Bell jar I have for just that purpose), I found some other licorice hound had emptied the carton.
(It took conscious breathing and a bag of Fritos to dispel the disappointment).