Stick with the Urban at Mockingbird. The sales, furniture, and staff (for the most part) are so much better at the original location.
I've been to this location several times. Weekends, weeknights, Black Fridays, and Sundays. Without fail, the employees just kind of suck.
One weeknight about a month ago, I ventured out to Northpark with a friend, and grabbed a few items to try on. The girl literally said nothing in the dressing room:
Me: I think I have 4 things.
Her: (blank, too-stoned-for-work stare as she grabs my stuff and haphazardly dumps it on a super cool chair in the dressing room)
Me: Thanks (no sarcasm, as I'm still trying at this point)
Her: (trots off in a daze)
Among these items was a lovely Kimichi & Blue beaded, strappy dress. No price tag, no other dress like it, and even though I'd grabbed it from the sale section, I was almost positive if was a full-price fluke.
Up until this point, I'd felt so-so about this particular scenester heaven.
My friend and I head up to the counter to pay about 15 minutes before closing time to purchase the dress. Little pangs of guilt hit me when I noticed the time (I've worked several retain jobs), so I apologized to the girl ringing me up. No acknowledgment. Instead, she's simply freaking out about the lack of taggage on the dress. I apologize again for the fact that it was the only one, but she's clearly annoyed, and too busy adjusting her strange facial piercing/dirty hair to hear me or care.
Eventually, she lugs, with great effort, an enormous binder onto the counter from down below, and flips through it, clearly annoyed. Five awkward minutes later of me apologizing and her scowling, her manager comes over. He's just like the guys in the Jeffrey's skit on Saturday Night Live (http://www.veoh.com/browse/videos/category/comedy/watch/v163366849kJJRgeb), only super scene and twice as bitchy.
He starts loudly complaining about how OLD the dress I was attempting to purchase is, and how he just REALLY doesn't know how much it costs, because it's ANCIENT. JEEZ.
At this point, I jokingly tell him that I'm sorry I ruined Christmas, and he glares at me and mutters presumably bitchy phrases under his breath to Amy Winehouse, who leaves to go stack men's pearlsnap shirts.
In the end, he let me have it for $10. Which was nice, and I'm grateful for. But seriously, I would have spent more if it meant better customer service.
Stick to the Urban at Mockingbird Station... better selection, apartment and kitschy decor, sale section, and employees. The end. read more