I have not had need to go there since they relocated and remodeled, but today my beloved had need to goto the dentist (which is just around the corner.) I also have been looking to pickup some malt syrup for a korean recipe (which I found here on chowhound.) Since I had struck out at all of the usual places I thought since we were mere doors away we should try out their new digs.
And then I entered the seventh level of poorly organized hippie hell.
I've been in used bookstores and thrift shops with better senses of traffic flow and organization. I've been in junkyards car shredding plants with better sense. Going in this place to find something makes going to Home Despot to buy a glass cutter look like a cake walk.
At one point I lost track of where my beloved might be...I found the wedge of cheese in the maze long before I found her. All the while dodging the doe eyed staff.
Beware, this place is pretty, but it is so to lure you in and never let you out.
(By the way I also think that all Shaw's are built on Indian Burial grounds.)