This place smells like God's feet. And I broke a vegetarian once, just by walking her through the door. But their condiment, spice, and packaged goods selection is why they're my first stop whenever I'm looking for some esoteric old school European ingredient or food product that I've just read about in a book. You want capers cured in salt made from the eyelid sweat of skinny little French ballerinas? Over there, right next to the kippered squid teats from the Bernese oberland.
Bring a packsack.