STAY AWAY!!! STAY AWAY!!! This review will hopefully save you from the anxiety and make you laugh at that the events that would unfold before my wedding day. 6 months before my wedding we had begun tuxedo shopping, we had found a place with a style and color we liked, but it was a bit expensive. A few weeks later we received an ad in the mail for Tuxedo Junction, and the great deals they had. We called, spoke with Gary, and went in to see what they had in stock. I tried on a few different tuxedos, until we found one we liked and a vest that matched the bridesmaids' dresses. Gary was very nice, and listened to what my wife wanted. Two of my groomsmen were out of town, and trying to get there sizes in to Gary was a pain. His voicemail was alway full, and email kept getting mail delivery errors. This should have been my first warning, but against my better judgement I gave him the benefit of the doubt. And with every size given, and groomsmen that went in they were asked shoe size, which I had mentioned numerous times we will be wearing chuck taylors.
The Thursday before the wedding, those of us living down here were finally asked to come in and try the tuxedos on. When we arrived nobody was there. Gary showed up 10 minutes later to let us in to a poorly lit showroom and dressing room, oh and did I mention the heat wasn't turned on. After trying things on everything seemed fine with the exception of my father's and best man's coat. After a quick resize it seemed we were on our way, but we weren't. Before we left, I realized we didn't have pocket squares, which just like the shoes I had mentioned repeatedly. He then made it seem as if I was not clear about wanting them, but that he could help me out and have them shipped to the hotel the morning of my wedding. Friday night we had our rehearsal dinner, and after a chance for my other groomsmen to try on their tuxedos.
The following events are true and sadly not embellished in the least. Groomsmen One had a jacket with sleeves up to the elbows, and pants that were pleated (not what we asked for), also the vest which had clasps had to male clasps and couldn't clasp in the back. After seeing this blunder we all went in for a further inspection.
Groom pleated pants as well.
Best Man holes from moths or mice in the crotch area, jacket pockets sewn shut and flap out
Groomsmen Two pants that didn't match other pants
Groomsmen Three the only one with a complete tuxedo, but not matching anyone else.
From 8:30 - 9 I tried calling Gary, but got nothing but a full mailbox. I tried to email, but got nothing except mail delivery errors. Finally, my best man was able to get a hold of him. After some screaming and yelling, he said he could meet us at 8am even though they don't open till 12 to fix the issues, because there is simply no way I'll find someone else to get tuxedos from. Not feeling convinced and feeling sick to my stomach I spent most of my night searching online for other tuxedo vendors, spent some time on a chat with Dashmyan from Mens Wearhouse, and threw up twice from the stress and anxiety. MY fiance finally calmed me down enough to sleep for maybe 2 hours, when I woke up at 5am I found her awake searching as well. We found a place called ROCHESTER FORMAL WEAR, remember that name folks cause these guys are the real deal, and if you take anything from this long ass review it's those three words, ROCHESTER FORMAL WEAR. I sent them an email on a hope and a prayer that they would get it when they opened at 10am.
The next morning we went to Tuxedo Junction, and when we arrived the sign said open, lights were out, and door unlocked. We spent about 5 minutes inside shouting to see if anyone was there, before going back to the car which was warmer than inside. In ten minutes or so Gary appeared out of nowhere tapping on my car window. For the next hour and a half we tried on multiple coats and pants, each new item with a new batch of issues, until it got to a point that we knew it wasn't going to get any better. The entire time Gary just kept saying I'm trying to help. If it wasn't for my groomsmen and I making fun of the situation and Gary, I would have gone insane. I left there feeling deflated and embarrassed, thinking about how we would look standing there for the ceremony.
On the drive back to the hotel with our POS tuxedos, which would later be dubbed "the Gary", I got one of the greatest calls of my life. "Is this Joe, this is ROCHESTER FORMAL WEAR. We got your email, I've got what you want in stock and I'll get the 5 of you fitted and out of here in 30 minutes." We dropped off our "Gary's" at the hotel, and went to ROCHESTER FORMAL WEAR. We walked in and were greeted. I said I'm Joe, and with that the measuring tape was out "literally" and sizes were being shouted out. We were whisked away by the guys there, and trying on shirts, jackets, and pants. It was in that instance I knew everything was going to be ok, and 30 minutes later we were off. read more