I didn’t expect that finding a supermarket in this city would be such a difficult job. I understand why they prefer fast food!
Yesterday evening I learned some survival skills.
I was supposed to find somewhere to buy food at 11th St – you have better take public transport – but there was nothing there. After being disappointed I tried to walk back to the residence so I could find that place elsewhere in the way. However, I got fed up with the situation and went to a Chinese take away. There I asked the waitress for a supermarket or something similar and after some efforts (she had a strong Chinese accent) I got an adress.
By my surprise it was all I need and I could buy some pasta and fruit for the week. The place is called Jewel-Osco, perfect for a market, isn’t it? (note the ironic mood).