On another board, silver queen said:
"The Iranian pistachios have all the cred, but it's the small, mottled, butt-ugly Turkish ones that have all the flavor. (An Armenian storekeeper of my acquaintance keeps them under the counter, but he can't do without them.)
The bonfire-roasted ones at that Afghan store up on Horace Harding in Fresh Meadows are the best I've ever tasted."
I don't think I know the store, silver queen. Can you give more geographic clues? Also, re: the Armenian, why "under the counter"?