From just a quick once-over, this place looked to have a lot of potential. A sign out front had me thinking they were open, but there was a blanket draped over what looked like some kind of sliding door entrance.  I only gently tried the door because it felt like walking into the basement of someone’s house  – and I’m not about to get punched in the face for a deal on some vintage t-shirts and collectible plates.


Unknown, though my guess is it could be a good spot

I would say call ahead, but even the number was incomplete.  Also, for the brave, there could be untold treasures in there if you try the door harder.  I (wisely) passed.