My wife's parents and a few siblings, and a slew of aunts & uncles live in the Myrtle Beach, South Carolina area. Consequently, we make the trek down here from Jersey a few times a year. On arrival this year, we were picked up at airport by my wife's nephew, who told us he got a job at the deli dept. of the new Market Commons Piggly Wiggly store. This is in a development on the grounds of what used to be an Air Force base, and contains a movie theatre, upscale shops & eateries, etc. I used to make fun of this store chain, mainly because of the name. You know, like saying in my best Southern hick drawl "They's havin' a sale down to the Piggly Wiggly", and shit like that. I hadn't ever been to one.
Well, my wife asks her nephew if they carry Boar's Head cold cuts (there really is a difference, you know), because we'd consider buying a bunch for us & the relatives that are in and out of her folks' house whenever we come down for a visit to eat for lunch. I'm thinking there's no way in hell they do, but Ryan surprised me by saying they do indeed carry BH. And my beloved Blenheim hot ginger ale as well. My curiosity now thoroughly piqued, once we said our hellos & got our luggage unpacked, we trucked it on over to "The Pig" as it's affectionatly called, and I was nothing short of stunned.
I mean, don't get me wrong. It's no Wegman's or anything, but it does have something of an imported cheese section, a decent selection of microbrewed beer, Peach Nehi soda, Boar's Head cold cuts, Kosciusko mustard, and best of all, Blenheim! I used to have to drive an hour each way to fucking Georgetown, on the outskirts of Charleston (the nearest retailer, as per the manufacturer itself, last time I checked). The fact that I can now get this within a 10 minute ride is a true joy.
I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but not only will I never make fun of Piggly Wiggly again, but I'm now Big on the Pig, like the t-shirt says.
Bi-Lo, however, is still fair game.
Well, my wife asks her nephew if they carry Boar's Head cold cuts (there really is a difference, you know), because we'd consider buying a bunch for us & the relatives that are in and out of her folks' house whenever we come down for a visit to eat for lunch. I'm thinking there's no way in hell they do, but Ryan surprised me by saying they do indeed carry BH. And my beloved Blenheim hot ginger ale as well. My curiosity now thoroughly piqued, once we said our hellos & got our luggage unpacked, we trucked it on over to "The Pig" as it's affectionatly called, and I was nothing short of stunned.
I mean, don't get me wrong. It's no Wegman's or anything, but it does have something of an imported cheese section, a decent selection of microbrewed beer, Peach Nehi soda, Boar's Head cold cuts, Kosciusko mustard, and best of all, Blenheim! I used to have to drive an hour each way to fucking Georgetown, on the outskirts of Charleston (the nearest retailer, as per the manufacturer itself, last time I checked). The fact that I can now get this within a 10 minute ride is a true joy.
I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but not only will I never make fun of Piggly Wiggly again, but I'm now Big on the Pig, like the t-shirt says.
Bi-Lo, however, is still fair game.
