You know how some antique stores/thrift shops are fun to browse around in and others just feel like they are rooms filled with a bunch of crap? I hate to say it, but this "Emporium" is leaning towards the latter. In comparison to the other antique stores I visited today, this was the bottom of the barrel.
I didn't actually set out to find this one. I was around the corner at The House of Funk and spotted it on my way to the next stop. Since I was there, I decided to take a chance.
Most of the stuff was in piles around the place. Everything was dirty. There were a few display cases, but everything was just thrown in them on top of each other so it was almost impossible to see what they even had for sale. As I walked around, the lights suddenly came on. I didn't realize but they had the lights out, which would explain some of the inherent creepiness.
The one redeeming quality of Armstrong's Emporium is possibly Armstrong? I don't know who the man was who was in charge of the place, but I assume he was the owner. He was friendly, although he told me that it is difficult to "feel life" out of the blue. I am still trying to figure out what that means or where that came from. I asked him a question about something I was looking for and he gave me a great lead. One star for that.
I am just glad that I didn't get dragged down into the basement to meet The Gimp.