Snow Law, Beer Runs, and a Market That Never Closed
In my twenties, snow days in Richmond were not a crisis. They were a gift.
You walked to the local market, and back then there were only a handful, stocked up on whatever counted as “supplies,” and then wandered off under the sacred banner of “snow law.” That meant drinks, porch hangs, maybe snowball fights, and eventually migrating as a group to whichever spot still had power for last call. Living in The Fan made it all pretty easy. Things were cheaper, people walked more, and half the night was spent randomly bumping into people you knew.
Fast forward to now, with major snow and ice in the forecast this weekend, the rush is on.
That is why, when I stopped by Lombardy Market for a snack yesterday, I decided to ask co-owner John Watkinson what snow days actually look like from his side of the counter.
Lombardy has been holding it down near VCU since 1981, when John’s father, R.E. Watkinson, opened the place just before John was born. John is 43 now. The math checks out. The market has been here longer than most of you reading this.
When snow hits, Lombardy does not close. Ever.
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