A wise man once said that alcohol is the cause of and solution to all of life’s problems. Although the unrelenting eight-hour hangovers you see looming over the heads of Torontonians every Sunday morning may agree with him, bulk food purchases are an equally addictive vice that provide the same impenetrable high and extended bout of severe anxiety as those seven double vodka sodas you accidentally had on a Monday.

For some, a magical place may be where gym memberships are affordable without selling your organs on the black market, where you never have to hear the words, “I’m gluten free” or, “I read the book before the movie” ever again. For others, however, nothing is deemed more magical than a place where you can dance down aisles of gummy bears and mixed nuts. Where barrels of quinoa are mere steps from those giant jawbreakers you broke your teeth on as a kid.