I tried to think of a title playing off John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy but in fact I am not a country boy, I am at best ferally urbane, more likely just a recovering suburbanite. Also just not feeling it this morning. And so I gave up on a punny title.
However, thank goodness there is a Country Boy (Market), not really in Wheaton, but hidden up there in the northeast quadrant of Georgia-meets-Randolph (2211 Randolph), not that you can see it from either road, especially not from Georgia. You have to use the force (or maybe just stretch out with your feelings, Luke) to zig zag across parking lot driveways and bad drivers flouting erstwhile one-way traffic patterns. Or you can just follow the sweet stench of mulch.
Country Boy specializes in mulch, with good variety and reasonable prices. If this were The Most Interesting Blog in the World (which clearly it is not), I might say that I don’t often buy mulch, but when I do, I go to Country Boy. They have little bins out front where you can see the different kinds, you can touch it, sift it through your fingers, I suppose taste it if that’s your thing.* And then you go inside, tell them what you want, don’t forget to pay for it! – and then one of their employees will load the mulch-bags into your vehicle. Piece of
* We had a bottle of wine the other night that smelled a little mulchy, not in a bad way. Terroir!
Other reasons to visit Country Boy: above-average beer selection, although with hit-or-miss pricing. Wine selection is not as good. They carry a huge variety of delicious jarred food products from McCutcheons, a Frederick, Md. company specializing in apple and other fruit spreads, but also pickled things and salsas and whatnot. They had me at pickled things.
CB also has plenty of fruits and veggies, of varying quality, but did not have any limes when last I visited a few weeks ago. The Brussels sprouts were tasty but no substitute for limes (literally). But when the shopping list involves mulch and pickles and apple butter and beer, boy howdy, Country Boy is the place.
There is probably no truth to the rumor that John Denver opened for Led Zeppelin when they played Wheaton in 1969. There is probably not even a rumor. Nevertheless: