Oh, we've got an Oriental Market here that's awesome and a locally-owned Latin Market--La Union--for which you need a passport and an interpreter if you don't speak Spanish, but the best cooked to order roast pork in the known Universe.
I like the Oriental Market, especially the fruit that smells so bad but tastes so good. Can't remember the name.
It's these kinds of places--and others, like Langenstein's and Martin's Wine Cellar--that keep local flavor alive.
I find the Californicated, semi-BoBo, yuppified places like WF to be lifeless arid wastelands despite all the pretension.
I grew up seeing goats and sheep getting their throats cut, chickens plucked and boiled, then eaten. Mexican markets are smelly, chaotic affairs but I love 'em. I love especially taking Americans to them so they can see the pig heads, chickens, etc., hanging by a hook. Maybe ask them if they'd like a bit of menudo for lunch. Yum.
Good stuff.
Talk about "cruelty free" or "vegan" or other similar nonsense to these folks, and they'd laugh, think about those crazy gringos.
And I agree with them wholeheartedly.
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