The cream-colored buildings of the Farmers Market, with their green roofs and brick-colored trim, embrace dozens of small shops and stalls knitted together by a network of passageways – my daughter loved that. She said it was like a fun maze and we were on an adventure. The true charm of the Farmers Market lies in unpretentious connection to the past: red vinyl stools and green Formica counters, and I loved loved loved the green-painted folding chairs. I loved seeing the variety of the crowd that is part tourist, part local, part famous… Ashton was enjoying the Korean BBQ behind me and I didn’t even notice. The area locals enjoy the meats and produce, and I was happy to see some of the names I knew from my own local natural store shelves.
We ate at Phil’s. Just like the good old days this place has the great counter seating or you can carry it to the “patio” which we did. Fun old school chairs and tables. It’s perfect for any meal. The diner includes some huge sandwiches – I got the BLT… my husband the Ruben. They also have some luscious burgers and my daughter enjoyed the hot dogs. It’s like being in Manhattan. The fries were so fresh and so good, and so many. Thank goodness I didn’t order any for myself and my mom because my daughter had more than enough for everyone. There is something for everyone at the Farmer’s Market. You name a type of food and it’s there. I’d love to go there in the morning, get my fresh morning brew, grab some fresh berries and a crepe, and enjoy people watching. Do a little shopping, grab my organic goods and head for home. Great day for any mom I know.