Just when you thought things couldn't get better than regular Men's Warehouse ($200 suits?! A guarantee?!), enter a Super-Secret Underground Vintage Men's Warehouse, aka Greenwich Vintage, a by-appointment-only fashion stockpile in a warehouse basement that's accessed via an elevator with no obvious "down" button (...but there is one...just press it).
The brainchild of a cobbler and barber who were previously just hobby pickers (aka pretty much any kid in elementary school), this American heritage men's atelier is basically just a stash of their huge collection, where nothing's newer than 20yrs old, and everything's fit for "the modern-day gentleman". The bulk of the shop's taken up by industrial metal racks of jackets and shirts from legacy makers organized by brand, which include Pendleton, Woolrich, Bemidji, Filson, American Field, LL Bean, Harris Tweed, Red Snap, and Big Yank, which is fitting, as David Wells is almost certainly passed out behind racks of clothes in another basement somewhere. And from hand-cobbled wingtips to well-worn railroad yard boots, they'll sheath your chuckers in brands like Wolverine, Red Wing, Chippewa, Georgia Boots, Florsheim, and Allen Edmonds, some of which are even vintage merch that was never sold and is still housed in the original box, which they call "dead stock", so expect all those shoes to be bundled and sold by former Lehman Brothers brokers before you get there.
The best part?
Old shirts from LL Bean, can't you read? Their secrecy means they have time to spend with each customer, and'll help curate your shopping experience by pulling items they reckon you'll like (and that'll fit), or searching out particulars they might not already have in stock, meaning next time you walk down the street in your so-rare duds, you're gonna like the way other people look, at you.