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| - It was a dawdling day off for us 'non-traditional' workers. After a relaxing lunch at Green and some browsing at East Side, I felt like just sitting somewhere and looking at stuff. I had heard nothing but good things about Ash Avenue Comics, but when I am around this hood it tends to be around breakfast for 3 roots or throwing up dinner at Caseys-not the magical 5 something time.
We walked around the corner and a friendly lil sign told us they'd be back in a moment, went to Wet Paint next door and scored some brown pens, then back over to Ash. Coming, it was lovely. Cool air, no weird boy smell (ladies know what i'm sayin), spacious, well-lit, well organized and good music playing. A comfortable, ADULT space? I saw mostly mainstream comics first, but then came across graphic novel anthologies from like the Smithsonian and some hardcover lovelies...then more hard cover from Fantagraphics and Drawn & Quarterly....And then finally to my right I saw the individual indies. Drew helped me out finding the latest Optic Nerve and then I noticed this beautiful new series...and he helped me make sense of the confusing serial-structure-and my friend who barely looks at comics was PSYCHED about this place and we negotiated our purchases. I haven't been excited about a comic store in a while, where I feel I could come in, be surprised about something fanboys won't slobber over, and find something new.
Only negative is some seating would be nice? Hmmmm?
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