OK, I'll admit I'm a bit of a Toronto snob, but I really went in here with an open mind to the ways of the big box store... but this place is just too much for me to handle. Stepping into BB&B feels like you just went through a space warp (or wormhole, for Trekkies) into the farthest reaches of Mississauga. It's humongous, with painfully bright lighting and a generally depressing, soul-crushing ambiance. On the plus side, the staff were very friendly (when locatable).
For now, this city boy is sticking with overpriced department stores and hit-or-miss dollar stores for his housewares needs.