Sure, that is the title of the store there, but you won’t find any magazines. It’s a FISHSTORE! My Granny loves this store. This is where Uncle Fish moved. We call him Uncle fish to his face and quietly, we call him Old Fish not to his face. Uncle fish offers great deals on frozen fish as well as dried fish, chickens and chinese style sausages. He’ll cut you a deal if you ask for a bigger deal. The funny part is that he has a son who just graduated Fordham Law School and my Granny and him has been hatching plots to try to hook his son and me up for a while until I said, «I have someone! Granny just hates my boyfriend!» Since then, he’s been asking all of us for someone to introduce his son to. I suspect he just hates his son’s current girlfriend as much as my granny hates my current boyfriend. Meddling elderly!