The decision you did not know you had to make is waiting in the prepared-food stretch at the far end, and by then you are already carrying flowers, a wedge of something, and stone fruit you have no plan for. Sunday morning here is a series of small commitments.
More than a hundred and seventy-five vendors means it is really several markets at once: produce near the entrance, flowers in the middle, the cheese and jam people toward the back, and the coffee stand at the east entrance whose regulars have stood in the same spot since the thing opened. Rain or shine, holidays included, for over three decades. That consistency is the design — it shows up every week because the neighborhood does.
Normal Street between University and Lincoln, Sunday mornings into early afternoon. EBT accepted, dogs welcome.
Go with the friend who has been meaning to cook more. They will come home with no excuse left.