Tullers has a fantastic and revolving selection of cheeses; Rishi tea and Sullivan street bread; the prepared foods are somewhat lackluster and flavorless; presentation is off and haphazard; the opportunity to truly reflect the love of food and rare quality suggested by the precise minimalism of the store seems to have been forgotten after the first few months of operation. If you're lucky, you'll be served by a lovely young Englishman; if you're unlucky, you'll be served by a grumpy and more than ever so slightly contemptuous young American man. I'm usually lucky. Not so this last Staurday. The dyspeptic young American man snorted when this customer asked what he'd recommend beyond what she already ordered notwithstanding the fact that this customer had shown herself to be quite the good customer having so far run up about $40 in sales. Not bad enough. Grumpy then chuckled with a coworker at this customer's disppointment at his attitude; thankfully, the cheese and the lovely young Englishman make up for the shortcomings. I will keep going back both because I need good cheese; I don't live near Murrys, to live in New York is to be abused by shopkeepers and when I really want to be indulged by a polite and solictious staff who are educated about food and sources, I can always go on over to Blue Apron.