Welcome brothers and sisters to the Church of Saint Steve of Cupertino! Come and be grudgingly ministered to by one of our apostles of indifference or watch your name s_l_o_w_l_y progress along the path to enlightenment as you wait for your seat at the Delphic oracle that is ... The Genius Bar.
Aside from the fact that every time I walk into an Apple Store I am confronted by the laughable image of walking into a 1970s Sci-Fi flick, the Eaton Centre edition provides the added chuckles of serving as a warning for rampant population growth. It's always too crowded!
On a recent I walked in seeking a power cord for the current version of the Mac Mini. After THREE trips to "the back" I was informed that they are "not sold to the public". At this point I physically walked him over to the Mini on display and pointed - "this thing. the thing that makes it work. that's what I need" Yup. Don't sell them. After one more trip to "the back" I was informed that I could order one as a service part; it would take up to two weeks and be $45.
So I picked my jaw up off the floor, thanked him for his help (damn you polite society!) and went to Chinatown and purchased a cable for $2.99.
When the great brand merry-go-round starts to swing away from Apple (it will, it will) the punditry will seek ground zero - where did it all start to go wrong? - perhaps we should reserve space for the bronze plaque at the Eaton Centre store.