I always appreciate a good store name, and one of of my all-time favorites on Fifth was the long departed Queen in Bazaar, which sold electronics & other miscellaneous stuff. Queen in Bazaar. The combination of fractured English, punchy sales pitch & faint romance was a real pleasure. A name worth a hundred smirking Eponymys. I don't think about it that often, but when I do I'm immensely cheered. Last night, walking along the avenue, the name popped into my head, and I was trying to think what block it had been on. 14th? 13th perhaps? I went by 11th, the Dreamy's Mattress store, & right above the orange awning, surrounded by scaffolding, like some message from the gods, there it was, uncovered. How strange is that?