DIA on Calle Venecia has 3 magnificent aisles of goods for purchase. Walk straight past the produce as you enter: you have no idea where it came from or how long it has been sitting on the shelf. Next, you stumble upon the shrine to olive oil. Olive oil in all different shapes, sizes, textures, and labels… and yet they are all somehow the same. Finally, aisle one concludes with an ode to pasta. Penne or angel hair is the only difficult choice you have to make when debating your pasta future. If you want wheat pasta, find the nearest airport out of Sevilla.
The second aisle opens on the beverage selections, and only the beverage selections. Coca cola, water, fanta, and endless boxes of cheap Don Simon wine await you here. This brings us to aisle three: the final aisle. Here rests frozen boxes of pizza with jamón, frozen veggies, queso fresco and yogurt. If you expect to open your strawberry yogurt and find a pink substance, think again. DIA’s latest cost-cutting measures include cutting the food dye. I hope you like white strawberry! Skip most refrigerated items, specifically including the premade tortilla Española. Unless of course you want your entire kitchen to fill with the delicious smell of ASS.
Finally, just to the left of the one cash register, where a surly employee is waiting to grimace at you, you have the meat counter and cleaning supplies. A classic combination. Macarena, the friendly meat counter worker, wears no gloves, and slaps the meat on the counter with such a force that I’m surprised it doesn’t get bruised. Despite all of this, I go back week after week, like the fool that I am. Maybe it’s the convenience of knowing that Macarena already has my weekly chicken order memorized. Or it could just be that the food is dirt cheap. As it should be.
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