We ventured into Philly with John's mom the Saturday before Thanksgiving to go to the Italian Market. It was a damn beautiful day to do so.
^ I wanted to buy it ALL.
^ My pal, Mr. Buffalo Butcher Man.
^ We bought White Russian coffee beans and had it Thanksgiving morning. Quite amazing.
^ What a stud.
Now this was my first Italian Market experience. It was a bit intense at times and not everyone was thrilled John and I were armed with our cameras, but it was awesome. I told John that I wish to do all of our future produce & meat shopping there, ha.