Of course the past always seems better. I somewhat enjoyed the discount flea market mall surrounding the humidor cigar shop, and the discount Dunhill and tub tobaccos available in quantity. It was good to get an array of tins for pretty much low-end prices. My only complaint was that pipes were under glass, so in order to shop them, you had to solicit a salesperson to hang over you the whole time. I can spend weeks deciding a pipe, so that just didn't work for me, so I didn't look seriously at any pipes. The discount flea market mall always reminded me a little of the Third World, in a good way, like the outdoor markets in Mexico. A trip across the border for a forty minute drive. I was bothered a bit by a fellow tobacco shopper who persisted in lecturing on the tobaccos, not making conversation to find out what I knew, but just launching into lectures. The guy was either extremely lonely or maybe suffering from some kind of disorder, but I had to back off to end his lectures. That's what makes me wonder about a smoking lounge and how that would work. Can JR approximate the urbane balance of Nat Sherman in Manhattan, or the folksy community of my local Pipes by George where people often know each other, and they all know George? They're selling tobacco, but the sales floor is a social setting, and that can be tricky.