You never forget your first. My first was black, fit me like a glove, and drove my parents crazy. Also the three-hole variety. Before you go clicking the 'Inappropriate Content' button I'm talking about the first pair of Doc Marten's that I bought when I hit Toronto. Looking for something dressy yet slightly contravening of usual dress-wear, I settled on looking for a pair of Docs.
The internet being in its infancy, there was no Google, so I set about my searching task doing what you did in those days; Yellow Pages, word of mouth, or walking. Strolling through Queen Street West one night, I found Groovy on the south side. I noticed instantly that they had Docs. Hurdle one cleared. The staff there were (and still are upon subsequent visits) really friendly and knowledgeable and dressed way cooler that I was or ever hope to be. They also carried my size which was no mean feat.
I've noticed now that they have expanded their service to include web shopping right off their website. A quick browse has shown me that they still have my three-hole Docs that I bought years ago. Sniff.