Searching for Treasure

Eastern Market is one of Detroit’s greatest treasures – thanks to blogger Jen Waters for sharing some of her discoveries!

I just moved back to Detroit from Chicago and my first order of business as a born-again Detroiter was to go to Eastern Market for the first time on Saturday. As farmers markets become the new grocery stores across the country, Detroit has maintained the largest public market in the country for 119 years. This is no trend. This is a huge, established market with hundreds of vendors that set up shop in the middle of a culturally bustling neighborhood.

Full disclosure, I am no chef. I was planning on going to Eastern Market just for the experience, to see the hustle and bustle, to smell and taste. But after years of eating out, my bank account is forcing me into the kitchen. I walked out with big plans; my kitchen won’t know what hit it. You can’t help but get caught up in the colors, smells, tastes, and people. You want to be a part of it (even Iowa wants to be a part of it!). I walked out with corn, basil, tomatoes, honey, garlic bread, wild flowers, oatmeal cookies, sweet onions, Parmesan cheese, and some New York strips for a feast of a meal with my family.

For me, the most exciting part of Eastern Market wasn’t actually the market, but the local shops surrounding it. There are antique shops with tables set up on the street, silk-screened Detroit tee shirts under tents, wine cellars, street musicians, restaurants with smoke billowing from BBQs outside, cheese and jam shops, and meat markets. Cheese paradise can be found inside R. Hirt Jr & Co. It’s a general store setting with a cheese counter holding hundreds of cheeses from all over the world and tons of local options as well. They also carry spices, sauces, spreads, salsa, jams, chocolate and all your adorable cooking needs.

If you need a mid-morning pick-me-up, stop into Vivio’s for a Bloody Mary before braving the Gratiot Central Meat Market across the Fisher freeway. Counter upon counter battle for your red meat soul. Ribs, t-bones, kabobs, sausage links, wings and seafood.

Around 11am, as you wind down your morning harvesting (since you naturally got to the market at 7am with the restaurant buyers) Bert’s Market Place Jazz fires up the BBQ and the karaoke out on the patio.  This is no 3am drunken crooning karaoke though. This is karaoke for the soul, karaoke that gives you chills and reminds you that this is Motown.

The morning at Eastern Market was the perfect way for me to kick off my new Detroit adventures. A taste of the history, the culture, and the food that feeds this city.

Jen Waters is a blogger that reports on where Detroit really happens on her blog Detroit Happens. She loves being back in Michigan and has Eastern Market to thank for getting her over her fear of cooking.

  • Candy

    Thank you Jen, I couldn’t agree with you more! I couldnl’t imagine living anywhere other than Michigan. Funny how when we travel we happen upon other “farmer’s markets” and we find ourselves comparing…..we discovered one thing, there is NO comparison to Detroit’s Farmers Mkt. It’s an adventure, a cultural experience like no where else. Thank you for your wonderful words and welcome back to the finest State in the country!!