the DEPOT

Somewhere, (not far enough away) there is a cold, dark, and chaotic place. Where only the brave with a business license shall enter. In this place there are sights so terrifying that one must keep there eye on the prize, or run out screaming. The sounds coming from inside are so thunderous, and BEEP so consistently that you struggle to maintain sanity. The damp smells oozing from the cavernous interior are familiar, but only in the recesses of your taste buds...the part that remembers vegetables, not desserts.

What is this place? The place that should have an "Enter at your own risk" sign outside? The location that could send grown men away in tears...it is... The Restaurant DEPOT!

Yes, yes, the name sounds innocent enough, but let me give you some perspective. We have all been to Costco, BJ's, Liquidators, etc. These giant purchasing extravaganza's are basically giant wholesale warehouses, where you know you're never leaving without having to strap things to the roof of your car, and spending at least $250. These shopping trips while fulfilling, can be somewhat chaotic since you are buying things in large bulk containers that tend not to fit in the average 4 door sedan. In theory, the DEPOT (as I refer to it in my nightmares) should be similar, but the merchandise is specific for those in the food business. Good idea, right? But something in this DEPOT has gone horribly wrong! Between dodging giant cans of tomato sauce flying of the shelves, and the plethora of fork lifts beeping there way over you teetering with hundreds of pounds of produce, it feels less like a bargain and more like the 5th Indiana Jones movie!

So, what is in this place that makes risking my life worth it? It's cheap, and instantly gratifying since you don't have to wait for delivery. Are these two things enough to keep me going back?
Honestly, not very often. I'm still recovering from my brief encounter yesterday....phewww!