Recipe for tailoring; Wander into a dumpy looking building, saunter down a sketchy looking hall and hear the strings of loudly-played 50's era big band music wafting from behind a closed door, knock, enter, leave, come back, and repeat.
It seems like a dump on the outside, looks like a dump on the inside. But the prices are fair (13$ to hem the bottom of pants), the owner is super nice, and the tailoring is perfectly done.