David F.
Yelp
This comic shop reminds me of the good ol' days when only degenerates and nerds went to comics shops and they were all dark and dingy, packed to the gills with old musty smelling boxes of old musty smelling comics.
Not what I would call well organized, clean or friendly, but this place brings back such memories of my first local comic shop that I love to just walk in and stand around absorbing the ambiance. There is always an abundance of nerds milling about on Wednesdays, picking through the new comics and having the age old "who would win in a fight" debates as well as the "I liked (x) book better when (y) wrote/drew it" bitch sessions.
Well lit, clean, family friendly comic stores can kiss my ass... This is the way comic shops were meant to look, smell and be experienced. There is no giant game area in the back where 12 year olds play Magic on Tuesday nights and Warhammer on the weekends with a Mt. Dew IV Drip. There is no acrylic encased display of ultra rare, certified mint condition except for the off center staples copies of anything behind glass that will never sell to anyone ever. This place is a shrine to people who _enjoy_ and _read_ comics , not a place for collectors to whip their copies of Amazing #129 to see who's pages have yellowed less or who's Uncanny #129 is rated .02 points higher by CGC.
That being said, this place is huge, packed to the gills with back stock and incredibly difficult to navigate, due to the stacking of boxes EVERYWHERE. There is a section up front by the window that I've wanted to browse for over a year or so, but every time I look at the mountain of crap I would have to scale to get to it, I just give up. Do you have an allergy to dust? You shouldn't go within 10 feet of this place without a full face respirator. This place isn't for everyone. It's pretty hard core, very nerdy, very nostalgic for me and I love it in small doses. Even though it is 4 blocks from my house, I only go 3 to 4 times a year to pick up very specific things. This is not my primary shop despite my gushings about the atmosphere.