Down a set of iron stairs off Bernard, past a door that only says 'ouvert' when it feels like it, is the record shop that has quietly outlasted every rent hike in Mile End.
The stock leans Constellation, Kranky, and whatever cassette a friend of the owner pressed last week. There's a stamp on the counter and a stack of blank totes — buy a record, get one stamped while you wait.
Ask about the Godspeed test press behind the counter. He won't sell it, but he'll tell you the story.
“Ask about the Godspeed test press behind the counter.”