Sophie’s Florist

I’d only been in the neighborhood a week and then, BAM!, Mother’s Day.
So I high tail it to Sophie’s 20 minutes before Mom’s supposed to come over.
Those flowers in the window I saw from across the street during my walks to the Blue Line the previous week? Fake. Every last one. Throw in 5 vases of 24 almost-​dead roses at $ 20 and sure, call yourself a florist.
Luckily old Soph’ had a «Hawaiian Assortment» that didn’t look as incredibly heinous as the rest. But I guess at $ 15 (exact, no tax?) I was lucky there weren’t weevils in there.
I’m all for Mom & Pop shops but go to Dominick’s. For your health.