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There are tons of loose olives, but not more so (or better quality) than other “tons of olives” places you know. In fact, let me emphasize: this is NOT a gourmet store. It’s on a separate playing field from places like Sahadi, Zabar’s, Gourmet Garage. This isn’t a foodie Shangri-la for the crustiest bread, the plumpest carrots, the most artisinal cheeses. There are OTHER stores for that sort of thing. There’s no food porn, no spotlit exquisiteness whatsoever. This is about packaged stuff. It’s the holy land of packaged products. Not elite brands, not fancy gourmet items. There are a lot of terrific olive oils at even more terrific prices, but none come in particularly pretty bottles. This is the most diverse, most surprising, most scarily well-thought out and lovingly selected gigantic collection of international (and local) packaged foods you’ve never heard of all in one place. Kozy Shack analogs of every culture. Vegemite is stocked here sans irony.