Many years ago, when I was in high school, I worked in a purpose-built supermarket. It was around the corner from my house and every bit as uninteresting a building as could exist. A little less than a decade later, I worked in a bank that was remarkable only for the massive amounts of pink Formica it contained—so much that we referred to it as “Barbie’s Dream Bank.”
All of this is to say that, I feel like banks and supermarkets are both venues I understand pretty well, as they’re places I’ve spent more hours than I can even begin to count. And while I know some rise above the banality of my former workplaces, I was not prepared for Heinen’s in downtown Cleveland, which, as an adaptive reuse of a bank as a supermarket, encompasses both beautifully.