During the Leslieville Stomp I was perusing several of the surrounding stores scoping out the deals. Let me tell you this was no thrill.
As we walked in the door your nostrils were assailed with the scent of moth balls and musty clothes. I knew this was a consignment store so the scents were expected, but I wasn't expecting the prices. There wasn't an item less than a hundred dollars, and nothing really seemed worth it in my humble opinion. The true turn off for me was the abominable service we received, or didn't rather, from the holier than thou matronly service agent. She barely gave us a second glance based solely on the fact that we weren't in our finest duds. Little did she know, my shopping companion has been known to drop a pretty penny on fabulous finds. Oh well, their loss.
Bottom line...maybe you will find something out of this world, but probably not, should be renamed Thrill of the Underwhelming.