This, unsuspecting South Jerseyites, is a Wegmans.

What is a Wegmans, you are asking? It is only the best supermarket in the WHOLE WORLD. I grew up with Wegmans. My mom shopped nowhere else. Wegman's was my first job, and I worked there until I left for college. Since I have moved to South Jersey, only one thing was missing to make my life complete: Wegmans.

You may be laughing at me right now, but that is because you have not felt the magic of Wegmans. I went with my roommate, who also comes from my hometown, and she was just as excited as I was. We have been tracking the progress of the one in Mount Laurel since it was announced. There is another one coming to Cherry Hill, too, where the racetrack used to be. It opens in June.

So I arrived at the Wegmans with my camera, ready to document the whole experience.

Wegmans has always been topping itself with each new store it opened. We remembered when the first one to have a Chinese restaurant inside opened a few blocks from Roommate's house. And then when they refurbished the one a couple miles away with a complete Market Cafe. Well, this one in Mount Laurel outdoes all of them: it has pizza, sandwiches, hot deli, a sushi bar, an olive bar, and Chinese takeout. It has a full-service bakery with yummy baked goods, fresh produce, and an elevated toy train running through the dairy section. It has an upstairs seating area to eat in. But I can't show these to you, because they denied me my Constitutional right to take photos, and I didn't push the issue.

I got this one picture inside the door, of the fruit bar, before a manager-type hurried over to me and told me I was not allowed to take pictures. I guess Wegmans is more concerned about its "corporate secrets" - which are open to anyone who cares to enter - and less about my own personal sense of nostalgia. These no photo bans are absurd, if you ask me.

After that, I started to see the two girls that the manager was with everywhere I turned in the store, and I told my Roommate that I suspected they were following me. "They're tailing me! This is just like the Bourne Identity!" I told her in an undertone. "You wish," she replied. She was already kind of embarrassed to be seen with me while I was taking the pictures.

So, Wegmans, I still love you even though we have squabbled. This isn't the first time your corporate structure has screwed me over - after all, I did used to work for you. I remember that time that you complained when I called out sick with laryngitis.

Although you won't be able to take pictures there, I still recommend that you drop by to do some grocery shopping. The organic foods section! The produce! The bulk foods! Wegmans!