I almost considered staying on the East side for Jill's Paint Shop. It's a-fucking-dorable in there. Two giggly twin brothers who work there love to gag around (my kind of people) while they're talking to you about semi-glosses and satins. One of them is a sommelier, and at 4PM they have wine tastings in the back.
While I was there they had frozen chicken tenders delivered. What's not to love?
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