I've been meaning to mention this for a while...
Imagine you have moved to Galveston after nearly a decade in the SF Bay Area, a year in the LA area and several years in NYC. You suddenly find yourself desperate for some kalamatas, maybe some good cheese, you ran out of sesame oil, are looking for some pignola, have a hankering for kim (that is, dried seaweed) with your 6 for a dollar ramen. The idea of running up to Houston for your fix at the Hong Kong Food Market or the Central Market is just too wearying. (yeah, yeah, the Kroger here is getting better but you want something more) The happy crowds at Whataburger, China Border and the fried seafood places are not your style.
Downtown, on 25th just up from the post office, there is a very neat place called the Maceo's Spice Shop. If you are up on your Island history, you may recall that the name Maceo has some whiff of history/rum-running/gambling to it. Today, the very convivial Ronnie Maceo and his charming octogenarian father, whom I always call Mr. Maceo, have what you crave deep down in your chowhound souls, whatever country it may come from - buffalo milk mozzarella, baba ganoush, Manchego, panko, halvah, wrappers for Vietnamese spring rolls, Stilton, anchovies. panettone, olive oil from 8 countries, an "eggplant appetizer" thing from some eastern bloc country that I eat straight from the jar, any spice you want, etc.
They are moving their wholesale biz down the street and expanding the retail shop, someday to possibly include wines etc. (BTW, Specs tells me and another friend that lambic beers cannot be sold in TX anymore d/t no alcoholic content on the label??!!??)
Check it out. It puts me in a good mood everytime I stop by.