Here’s the thing about eating high: Your palate doesn’t change, but your priorities do. You want crunch. You want color. You want novelty that doesn’t require effort. You want a snack that meets you where you are — and the best place to find that snack might just be the local dispensary.
Of course, this isn’t always the case. For all their branding around ease and indulgence, many dispensaries still carry the sterile energy of a hospital lobby — albeit one with a curated Spotify playlist and a plant wall. The lighting is too bright. The air smells faintly of printer toner and eucalyptus. And you're funneled through a labyrinth of retractable stanchions like you’re about to meet a costumed mouse at Magic Kingdom, not a budtender named Jade.
