Get this: So I walk in looking for a bottle of an artichoke liqueur I remembered drinking in Italy 15 years before. I ask the older, somewhat dour, cardigan-wearing guy behind the front counter. He squints, wrinkles his nose, and says "Oh that? Yes, that's TERRIBLE stuff! It's right over there on that shelf. It probably has dust on it."
That was just perfect. It's why I go to a place like Sportsman's instead of some mass-market warehouse dealio. I LIKE dour old guys in cardigans who know everything about their subject and share candidly.
So yes, would recommend. Will go back. Will cry whenever they close after that corner center is turned into yet another shiny granite office building.