I went in for a jar of curry paste. I came out two hours later with Japanese candy, Polish pickles, and a frozen bag of Indonesian fried chicken that I am still thinking about.
This place is ridiculous. Aisles and aisles of stuff you didn’t know you needed, plus shelves of imported staples you have been hunting for months.
You do not need a passport to take a lap around the globe here. Just a shopping cart with a wobbly wheel and an empty stomach…