As with 99% of the other reviews, i was passing by this shop on the way to/from "cheese and stuff" down the plaza - and as we are in the middle of a reno, thought I'd pop in. The owner was immediately rude, and had a small dog gate up at the entrance - literally barring potential patrons entrance to the store. I asked if I could come in, which was met with a disinterested "hurumpf"... sensing the high potential for comedy and in no way in need of anything this wrinkled old bag of bile was hocking in his dusty, overpriced roach motel of a shop; I entered anyway. Well, he didn't disappoint. His attitude sucked, and his store was filled woth bad relics. As i browsed and made a few comments about some of the pieces that didn't look like he found them in the alley, he got progressively more rude and disinterested. Mind you, I'm a nicely dressed middle aged white dude who could easily be labeled as "metrosexual", who clearly stated he's in the middle of a renovation. If I'm not his target customer, WHO THE HELL IS?? After about five minutes of shuffling around in the dust and detritus, and avoiding the tumored rat-dog lurking among the numerous dust bunnies, I called the trip a failure; and I left the cranky old bastard's shop. Yikes, Run! Don't walk away from this place; and according to the other reviews, I wouldn't park near his store either.