Paragon Club (Karaoke Room, 815 N Killingsworth) On three separate occasions in the last five years I have observed leather daddies making out to Snowbird, someone being threatened by a gun, and the reliable talents of old "Winky," who sings "Blueberry Hill" nightly. Pure David Lynch, each and every time.
Penny Market (2001 SE Stark) If the hand-painted signs out front aren't notice enough that this place has major kooky-boots, just step inside sometime. Sometimes the lights aren't on all the way, sometimes the owner is sleeping at the counter, sometimes... no one is there at all!
Jo-Ann Fabric (Basement, 1928 NE 42nd Ave) It looks like it was organized by methed-out three-year-olds--plus the low ceilings make you feel like you'll be entombed forever in this overflowing dyslexic cornucopia of fabrics. MLS