the west side market was a big deal when i was growing up. the 6th grade class at shoregate elementary got to go on a field trip to the market AND watch a chicken get it's head cut off. i skipped that part.
i did see a cow tongue for sale and we giggled about it for days afterward. the west side market smelled weird. old, exotic, but oddly familiar.
i love walking around behind the market and seeing all the boxes and things being prepared for the next morning
every time i'm at the market i take photos...
the cafe is one of my favorite breakfast spots. awesome hashbrowns, and the only place you can order a beer at 7:00am. or so i've heard...
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