When you go in, you are greeted at a counter by a couple of friendly folks who ask for your ID. They scan your ID and schedule you for an appointment to go into the "real" store which is behind a locked door, which you cannot enter without being accompanied by a staff employee. I looked around. Quite a few customers. All 20-something's. I was by far the oldest guy in the room.
Meanwhile, you are free to browse the room you are in, which is full of all kinds of cannabis-related paraphernalia, most of which I had no idea as to its purpose. I did recognize some pipes and hookahs. There was one counter where we thought they were selling candy, but it turned out to be empty cartons. The real candy was behind that locked door. However, there were price lists, so you could get an idea of what they had and what it cost. I assume that the sales staff would have answered any questions I might have had, but this visit, I had none. There was also a little lounge area where you could just sit until your name was called. In the "carton counter" I saw a jar of whey protein powder. Maybe a quart at most, more likely 24 oz. Price? $100!
I was with Katie - we were a party of 2 - and her name was called. Katie had decided on some orange chocolate squares for her mom. We were ushered into the room, which was quite ordinary. Not sure what all the rigamarole is about. Legal requirements or theater?
We ordered the chocolate and paid for it - cash sales only. 10 small squares cost $28. That includes a 22% sales tax! Not sure if that goes to the city, state, or both. Somebody is making out like a bandit!
The Farm dispensary
Entrance to The Farm
Meanwhile, back at our farm, Rob fixed a great Eastern European meal of turkey sausage with bacon-laced sauerkraut, and fingerling potatoes, eaten on the patio, as usual.
Rob and Katie waiting to dig in
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