The Thousands

You can smell this place a mile off: Kakulas‘ sensory melange is more potent than Dune‘s: cardommon, cinnamon, coffee: the kind of aromas that only those with a Hellenic schnoz can experience to the fullest. The Brothers Kakulas have been in this game, on these premises, since 1929. The family tradition is continued by Kakuli George Junior and Evan (SixThousand understands that a Greek “bros before hos” patriarchal tradition is responsible for a Kakulas Sister going her own way).

George Senior still works the till, keeping his 90-year-old mind alert remembering hundreds of price codes. Spices by the sack, any fruit you can dry (and other muesli fixin’s), Mediterranean olives, Austrian wafers, Polish Morello Cherries. They’ve recently changed their system, so forgive the poor guy if he overcharges you for the odd dried apricot. Tea is sold by the gram. Fourty cents at Kakulas gets you the same as $20 at certain wanky tea houses. Columbian coffee is ground to your requirements.

Drop in. Say yasou to George. Listen to his stories. Admire his range. Envy his nose.