So, it is a paid internship just from the wrong end. Interesting.
I've only been in there once, and I had a run-in with one of the proprietresses. I found her to be singularly vile. No idea if she was Lindy or Grundy.
I was trying to pick up eggs on my way to Palm Springs, and all of their eggs were marked "small." I asked this woman if they had eggs in sizes other than small, and she, in a very huffy voice told me that they were farm eggs, as though that was a size. When I asked whether they happened to have large farm eggs she told me farm eggs were not sized, and that she picked them up at the farmers market once a week. I then asked if I could go through some of the boxes and cobble together a dozen eggs of similar size so that they would cook similarly and once again she told me no, they were farm eggs and they have no sizes and maybe I was used to mass produced eggs. At that point I left.
They seem to have nice meat but their butchers all walk around in some odd self-satisfied way with fucking bandoliers of knives strapped to them. On the upside, it kind of felt like home, except at home our farm eggs indeed to have sizes because somebody is willing to pick through them.