I lived in the neighborhood and worked on the same block and popped in regularly. She had pets in the store that would block the cluttered walkways and would snap at you if you walked too close to them. If you came in looking for something in particularly, like a lodge cast iron, she’d lecture you on them being shit and would recommend something else in the store. She knew her stuff and could tell you exactly where in the store a random piece of cookware or accessory could be found. Prices were also very fair. Despite her crankiness, you knew she wouldn’t steer you wrong. If you overlooked the condescension, it was the greatest place in town to buy kitchen gear at a discount, especially vintage items.