Parsells Avenue is part of a residential neighborhood. Children and dogs play behind chain-link fences in shaggy grass, men and women gather to chat on porch stoops, and teenage men bicycle bare-chested down the street, their wheels gliding past a broken bottle or two.
It’s not where you’d expect to get a taste and feel of Germany, but there it is: Swan Market.
A small deli-restaurant, Swan is filled with hunting trophies (taxidermied deer heads, pheasants, and squirrels look down from the walls), celebratory pig and German tchotchkes (flags festooned with tassels and Bavarian seals, signs with happy pigs hungry to eat ham, 32 oz. steins) and, most importantly, food.