The booze has yet to arrive at the new Manhattan location of Trader Joe’s, as shown in this photo sent in by honorary Gawker cub reporter Bucky Turco.

You’ll have to drown your sorrows in a bottle of exotic pickle brine instead, my friend.

The whole fuss about the new Trader Joe’s strikes us as a sort of “Star Belly Sneetches” affair. First the fad was staying in your apartment nest and ordering fresh direct, now we’re actually supposed to venture outside the apartment/subway/work-route radius, breathing fresh air and moving legs, in order to acquire our fresh produce?

Maybe this is like the first robin of Spring; New York City, on behalf of America, has truly won the war on terror, emerging like a dollar-drenched phoenix from the trade tower’s rubble, rubble that is now available on eBay.

Related: Gawker’s Coverage of Trader Joe’s

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