The last barrel shop of Manhattan’s pickle district, a grocer who stocks one biological kingdom, a machine that sells only the cheese made across the street. Each gave up variety on purpose.
An Upper West Side honey shop with a working beehive in the front window
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A grocery that sells one kingdom and nothing else
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A Williamsburg room where the whisking is the point
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Cheese from a machine, in a garden, under the El
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