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Jove's Bodega is millennia old. Long before he was called Zeus, this mythic set up shop upon the most convenient mountain. A late-night purveyor of every philosophical desire, the shelves overflow with achievements from across humankind. And so it remains. A bell rings, the automatic doors retreat. The air smells an intoxicating mixture of metaphysics, ethics, epistemology and microwaved burritos.