Do you bodega?
The first time I heard the word ‘bodega’ was actually in LA. A friend insisted on calling the junk food filled mini shops near our house in Echo Park a bodega… I really didn’t get it. Only once I moved to New York did the term really resonate. I for one, don’t know what I would do without them…
Who else is there for you at 3am when you neeeeeeeed that grilled cheese with pickles. Or there when you really want to hang that photo at 8:15pm and of course the hardware store is closed, or when you forgot to get the special dog food for Rover, so instead buy whatever weird brand is available. Life without the bodega in New York would be miserable, and I’m happy to show my love with a sweatshirt.
Sweatshirt, Harvey Faircloth.