Silent Witness: A Country Girl's Guide

I love filthy New York City Bodegas so much as a country girl who we always lived five miles away from anything good. When I lived in New York, the idea that I could walk down the stairs for my apartment and literally 40 feet to the corner and go in and get a bag of tates. They always have tates, they always have hairboe, demi-bears. They have some weird brand of ice cream sandwiches. You lick the outside. They taste like what they're supposed to taste like, right? That's right. The outside tastes like the inside. Just like people.