Once a fixture of every Main Street in America, the five and dime (or "five and ten cent store", as in the old songs) is a vanishing species. This place is still (I hesitate to use the word "thriving") plugging away on Irving Street. I love its steadfast refusal to commit to any accepted form of window display.
I love its meticulously maintained signage. I just plain love it. I don't imagine there's much in on the shelves in the nickel and dime range. Still, I'd shop here and pay double the price, rather than give my money to some soulless Home Depot, any day of the week.