Apr
4
“The Whole Foods Market in Manhattan’s Chelsea neighborhood is a Friday-night scene. Singles flirt over a table of organic tomatoes on the vine, balls of fresh mozzarella, and fragrant bunches of basil. A well-dressed man marvels at a perfectly polished kohlrabi; his companion says into her cell phone, ‘I am going with the wild salmon.’”
— Harvard case on Whole Foods
I can’t believe we wasted all that time at Hiro and Happy Ending when we could’ve just walked over to Whole Foods.
