Ukrop’s is everywhere in Richmond: north, south, east, west. Even a few out-of-town locations through the years. While I don’t think I made it to all of them, here are a few, and some memories from them:
That’s a lot of grocery shopping and meals, and as I moved from the southside to the city to Mechanicsville to Short Pump, Ukrop’s has been like the corner store. Now we say goodbye to another Richmond institution.
Old friends were coming for dinner, and we had just returned from a New Year’s Eve trip. We needed a few things from the store to round out the menu, so I took the short drive to the Ukrop’s outside our neighborhood.
It didn’t take long to fill the shopping basket, and I headed for the self service checkout. Quick and easy, I’d be out in a jiffy. One by one, I scanned the items and dropped them into a paper bag, except for the fresh ground beef, which I put in a separate plastic bag (I didn’t want to start the new year with e.Coli).
I hurried home, unpacked the groceries and breathed a sigh of relief. Dinner might be ready before our friends arrived.
“Hey,” Kim shouted from the kitchen, “you didn’t get the ground beef, did you?”
What? I knew I had picked up the ground beef. I had even put it in a separate bag. Wait, I thought, I had left the bag on the checkout counter.
I grabbed my keys and hurried back to the store and walked up to the self service attendant. Before I could open my mouth:
“You forgot your ground beef!” she said. You got it, that’s why I’m back.
“I put it back in the refrigerator case. I’ll show you.”
Not “three aisles down, on the top shelf.” Not “it’s over there.”
“I’ll show you.”
Sure enough, she led me right to it. On the third shelf, right where she had left it. I smiled, thanked her and walked out of the store.
After 26 years of shopping at the family-owned Ukrop’s, that will change Monday as the sale to Ahold (Giant/Martin’s) becomes official. What follows over the next few days are a few highlights and memories.
In case you missed the circus act in the RIC this week, Crazyville Richmond is getting a new entertainment baseball venue team. As Mr. Domino and his staff are sorting through the mediocrity of their four choices for a team name, Bart Hinkle uncovered a hilarious commentary from 1903. Apparently New York had this same problem with a new baseball team coming to town:
We’ve all heard some dashed good suggestions for a new name, from the Knickerbockers to the Harum-Scarums. I’m partial to the New York Cuspidors, myself. Cuspidors are bright and shiny and they are mighty good to have around — and they are going to be around for a long, long time. The name would certainly lend itself to some funny hats we could sell as novelties at the concession stands…
I’ll tell you what, though — “Highlanders” is a huckleberry above a persimmon compared with “Yankees.” As team names go, that’s just all wet…
And what sort of merchandise do you expect to be able to market with a name like Yankees? Preacher’s cassocks? Oilskin nor’easter jackets? Copies of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Self-Reliance”? …Perhaps we could employ someone in the likeness of Emerson’s physiognomy to read a few choice passages from “Self-Reliance” in the outfield during the seventh-inning stretch. Wouldn’t that be a treat.
No, gentlemen, if you stick with the New York “Yankees,” I can guarantee it will never work…
I, for one, sure wish it hadn’t worked. But alas, it did. For now, I’ll watch our notable Orioles’ commentator working for some other team in the playoffs. If I’m lucky, the visual that Andy put in my head will come to fruition.
Virginia is home to the Wahoos and the Hokies, so what are we concerned about? People still show up to watch football (eh, what exactly you’re watching in C’Ville this year is debatable) there, and people will watch baseball in Richmond. Including me. As long as I don’t win a gall bladder.