Letters

Dear Martin's/Richmond/World,

Today I was reading the comics and Sunday newspaper ads with Elisabeth as is our tradition (not really, today was the first time this ever happened), and I saw an ad for a six pack of mix-and-match beer for $8.99. I was intrigued as I like to think I ever buy anything other than Corona or PBR. "Where is this?" I said as I flipped the ad over to the front to see what grocery store I was looking at. What was revealed was horrific: Martin's.

After throwing up in my mouth a little, I exclaimed, "Martin's!" Elisabeth immediately understood my horror as any true Ukropsian (read: Richmonder) would. Recently Martin's bought Ukrop's and has begun switching the stores over four at a time. The Carytown location changed this weekend. Major changes include being open on Sundays and carrying alcohol. Okay, so I can satisfy my salad bar cravings on Sundays, great. But that does not make up for the fact that it just simply isn't Ukrop's anymore. It needs to be Ukrop's. And the ad was super, embarrisingly cheap looking. Not cool. Ukrop's was overpriced and everyone knew it. It was like a gift on the days you went there instead of Kroger. "I'm buying Driscoll strawberries today! And they cost more than yours! Suck it! I feel like a Westend lady now!"

Ukrop's is not going to be Ukrop's anymore (although, they did keep the prepared foods, praise God/Allah/Buddah/G-d). But Martin's, come on with the cheap ads. Ukrop's was a classy establishment, a step above Kroger, two steps above Food Lion, and several flights of stairs above Winn Dixie. Try to retain the class or you'll loose a ton of shoppers. (Except on those occassions when they just have to have their fried chicken and Dutchess potatoes.)


Dear Pandora,
If I make a Biggie station it should be assumed I don't want to hear Tupac. Fix this immediately.