Knowing nothing about cigars and having to purchase a few for a secret Santa exchange at work, I quickly looked up the nearest smoke shop and found Roy's. My name is Roy, Roy's name is Roy, so I figured that would be the place for me. I wasn't wrong.
Roy's boasted one of those fancy humid cigar rooms, a wall of different refrigerated craft beers, and a wall of liquor. Roy himself helped me find a few cigars to meet my $25 quota and helped to explain what I was buying. I was in and out in no time with the cigars, an interesting looking cinnamon horchata 6 pack of beer (for myself), and more knowledge of cigars than when I walked in.
Long story short: Go to Roy's.