Back in your hometown, only the most bourgeois families shopped at Whole Foods. Back in your hometown, you also had real grocery stores in your neighborhood. Many neighborhoods in the city haven't had a decent grocery store since the Carter administration, limiting your fruit and vegetable options to price gouging at the bodega and strawberry milkshakes from the local McDonalds. So, once a week, the roommate who draws the short straw will make the pilgrimage to the pretentious shopping mecca for rations. There will be some times (weekday evenings, Saturday morning) when you can barely reach the avocados because half the city is in there, fighting over that last loaf of artisanal focaccia. Paying tons of money and going through all that trouble to get decent food is rough, but given that the alternative is diabetes, you'll do what you have to do.
17. Shopping at Whole Foods