The other day I was running around Salt Lake and decided to try and find a Harmons grocery store for one of their dynamite salad bar lunches.
In .5 miles, turn left. *looking*
You have arrived. *looking frantically*
Make a U-turn. *looking back*
This is not a Harmons. Right?
Right? How could it be the beloved traditional giant grocery store of my youth?
Kristina Watkins, Summit Sotheby's International Realty 