I met Ben Webster there in '70.
My friend, who, more polite than I, stood back, bought me a beer later saying, 'Ben Fuckin' Webster! You talked to Ben Fuckin' Webster!'
Good shop. Spent lots of dosh there on forays up from Brighton in the mid '60s to early '70s. Prestige soul jazz LPs were CHEAP and viewed contemptuously, I'm glad to say.
MG