It's amazing how someone who shares the parking lot with the whitebread, soccer mom clientele…read moredrawing vendor fair that is three buildings of Rustic Buffalo Market can give me such opposingly delightful vibes in one double storied building. Maybe I wasn't the crowd their neighbors were looking for, but if you'd rather look at the past, instead of the candle hawking Bills mafia, like me, then you've come to the right place.
They've got dishes of all sorts. They've got books if you like to read, and toys if you like to play. There are even clothes for the folk that like that old fashioned style, or just plain don't want to be naked. (While there isn't a sign, I'm assuming no shirt, no shoes, no service applies here. There is however a stated mask clause for the unvaccinated, so beware.) There's doodads in every crevice, from retro Grimace McDonalds combs to- well, I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. Let's just say there's lots of stuff. And things. Lots of things.
If you head upstairs, you'll find a bathroom, and a snack bar that runs on the honor system. They looked a bit dusty to me, as you've probably come for the nifty stuff in this time machine of a barn and not snackage, but maybe just hit up Hoovers while you're in town and make a day of it, eh?
P.s. Don't pick the statue noses. There are cameras everywhere!
