Strange Cargo has it's purpose in my life (when someone needs a PBR cap), but not one that is called on regularly, thank god. It's usually filled with lame suburbanites kids looking for things that hearken back to a decade they missed. The prices are getting more and more expensive, since I first shopped there years ago, but if you can charge the prices, and people them, well, good for them. The staff is usually way too cool to talk to anyone but each other, which doesn't bother me as they all come across as members of the Audio-Visual Club in high school, but then moved to the city and got a studio in Andersonville, started dressing in clever t-shirts with iron-on's of your favourite 80's band and the low-top chuck taylors, and finished it off with chunky black glasses...oh, wait, I just described the inventory.
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