Target Stores

The last time I was in a Target was last summer in downtown Minneap, and I can’t say I have been jonesing for it since. But that is the spiritual home of Target, at least I have something to compare this one to as a «recent» thing, ya dig.
Pizza Hut and Starbucks as you enter the store, that’s a Target thing. Electronics section had some pretty rad cameras, not the usual junk, so that checks out. I saw some really funky canvas Converse, but alas, for women only, and no men’s shoe section. Their buyers must know most midwestern men just buy one pair of shoes, wear them til they need a new pair of the same kind of shoes, and that’s it. (In a previous life I only bought Bass Weejuns for about 15 years, as they went with everything except playing golf, and I was born a midwesterner so why act stupid and girly with multiple kinds of shoes? Too confusing)(What brought me outta that frame of mind was buying some kick ass boots in Glasgow).
Anyways, I decide to check out the food section, expecting it to just be the same old frozen food items I would never buy, but what do I see but the Archer Farms house-​brand as applied to some interesting offerings – make-​at-​home italian and indian. Now I grabbed the vindaloo and tikki masala to try at home; I skipped the italian offerings (example: «Spaghetti Carbonara”– with NO eggs, NO bacon, NO parmigiano-​reggiano BUT including Cheddar Cheese. Maybe in Minnetonka they like it that way, but that’s no La Carbonara in the Campo DiFiore, and you ain’t having lunch with Fellini with anything like THAT).
One thing that sets Nebraska Target apart from Minnesota Target – you can be a real-​life ADULT and buy wine here. And not just cheap assed stuff: Moet and Chandon White Star, Veuve Clicquot Champages. Impressive.