“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine . . . they have nine different types of feta. Yeah. It’s a place called Devon Market.” The tall, white, American man drifted in front of the deli ...

There’s a lot to love about Devon Market. Where else can I leave with a stag-shaped bottle of wine, at least five different varieties of panettone, and Cok juice? The grab ’n go section usually has ...