AC-a-me. The phlegm on the “AC” part of ACME tells me Chuck is a regular. Sounds like how my Nana used to say it when she’d go get a nice holiday ham for Christmas:

 

I don’t know if they still run this promo, because they don’t at my ACME in Philly, but the 10 for $10 Gatorade deal back in the day was legendary. Coming back to the house on a hot summer day after nine innings of whiffle ball with the boys and slamming some Lemon Lime brings back fond memories. We’d stock up on 30 at a time.

Remember when they brought out the 5% off your order if you were wearing Eagles gear on Sundays? That’s the only thing I fondly remember from the Chip Kelly Era:

In my town, you were either an ACME or Giant guy. It was one of the worst days of my dad’s life when the ACME closed near 202 and County Line Road and became a storage facility. Dad kept that place in business as long as he could. A pure impulse buyer like you read you about. Meatloaf stocked to the gills in my fridge. Had to move it out of the way to get to the Gatorade. And yea, my dad was the guy who did the grocery shopping. Progressive as fuck. Set the standard with gender norms before it was even, cool like a true pioneer.

Quick power ranking of the best ACMEs to close this out:

1. Sea Isle ACME

2. 202 and County Line ACME (RIP)

3. Passyunk ACME

4. Wildwood Crest ACME (old school logo)

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1,000. Fishtown ACME