If you told me my 200th review on here would be for a place specializing in socks, I would have asked you to give my regards to the Easter Bunny while I go on a date for gelato with the Tooth Fairy. But here we are, and here is a place that not only warrants another five-star review, but also deserves to captivate any and all passersby with even the smallest hint of interest in socks that fit every personality type.
Sock City basically tells you everything you need to know right there in its name: this is a metaphorical metropolis for footwear. You can kind of get that idea when you walk past the window and see everything from Sonic the Hedgehog to anthropomorphic cheese graters lined up and ready to pounce on your feet. The store also has belts and boxer shorts but the socks are the main attraction. And you could never see them all, not even if you come here two days in a row. Something we ended up doing.
So, a bit of a backstory: we were vacationing in Park City and taking in the sights up and down Main Street. Needless to say, Sock City eventually came into view, and from a purely visual standpoint, Sock City does not disappoint, with its windows of brightly colored apparel just begging people to stop in and see what is going on behind their door. So we did.
Being that I use my sock drawer at home to sort of circumvent the dress code at the office, I always love the chance to browse "wacky" socks hardly anyone else will be wearing before adding them to my collection. If you have ever felt that way, this place will be a paradise for you and your wallet. Hundreds of pairs of socks line the walls and the prices are well within reason for being able to have vengeful whales, raccoons in trashcans and Ryu from Street Fighter on your feet.
After realizing Sock City is the perfect shop for picking up random "just because" gifts for your friends and family, I started to amass a small pile of fashionable footwear. It wasn't long before my sister, brother-in-law and best friend all had socks they never knew they wanted. Same with my Mom, who I believe picked up some for own circle of friends and relatives. What brought us in a second day in a row was buying socks for ourselves, because the more the merrier, right?
Speaking of merriment, let's talk for a quick second about the staff here. In both of our visits, the same saleswoman helped us out, and we were all the better for it. She was quick, attentive and recognized us when we stopped in some 24 hours later. This second visit, there was a salesman working alongside her, and he carried on this same easygoing, congenial spirit. He even pointed out a pair of Frosted Flakes socks I somehow missed that are still taunting me for not picking them up when I had the chance. The bottom line here is the employees are friendly, able to make recommendations without hesitation, and just seem like the kind of cool folks you would not mind discussing current events with. You know, if you were not there to shop for the express goal of making your sock drawer look like a Jackson Pollock experiment. (By the way, they totally have Jackson Pollock-themed socks.)
Anyway, Sock City is a vital destination for both those curious to abandon their dress socks, and those existing connoisseurs of sock fandom who want more out of life than just argyle. (Though they probably have argyle socks somewhere in the store, too.) read more