I never liked the store; it always smelled sorta funky, and I have had more than one run-in with clerk-with-attitude. But it is an institution, and Citarella should not be the survivor.
A k a Regina Schrambling, I write once a week at the base camp but come across things between Sundays that are worth sharing. I suspect my emailing list is plumb tuckered out from clicking on everything I send around, though. And so I’ve sold my soul to the Google.