I've only been to this place on First Fridays, so it's always been a friggin' madhouse. You basically stand in line to get in, and then conga through this little shop and creak the wooden floors. But there's some seriously cool stuff in here. Stuff you'd never need... like a felt squirrel to put on your wall (want it!) and lots of funky T-shirts about murderous cupcakes and the like. Some of the best trinkets in the Phx are right here.