An institution in the Inner Sunset (if you know, you know), the name says it all. This small emporium has everything you never knew you wanted: puppets, fake mustaches, elegant diaries, Buddhas, gift cards, soaps, hats, jewelry, party games, LED lights shaped like rats — it's where you go when your gift has to say, "What the fuck?" It also encourages browsing, secure in the knowledge that you'll find something you can't resist getting your friend in the hospital or the co-worker you have a secret crush on.