Every time I come to the Other Side (formerly funky junction) in Railroad Square, I get this homey feeling. Maybe my family is just a bunch of packrats. I think I'd most attribute this to the friendly staff and the the feeling of rummaging through an aunt's closet or attic and finding really quirky vintage stuff. And stuff is the right word, because they have two rooms full of clothes a small closet full of books, and then a huge open warehouse area full of everything from furniture to miniature teacups to vintage dental tools to a box full of mismatched chopsticks (well, you might not find that because I bought it). The staff is usually willing to negotiate a sticker/tag. This is a great stop if you're gallery hopping on First Friday or if you're garage sale shopping on a weekend morning....or if you just like vintage weirdness, consignment shopping, searching for a diamond in the rough, or simply like artifacts - both loved and mistreated - of someone elses life before today.