Jos. A. Bank

I came back to try on the suit after they altered it. I’m going to be truthfully harsh, and not like a woman scorned.
The coat fit well, they did a good job. But the pants were another story. I really wish I took a picture of myself, but I looked like I was wearing trash bags for pants. Both the salesman and the tailor said «it looks fine.» I’m like, I’m not a tailor, but I know what looks good. They said, «the pleats on the pants makes them baggier.» I said, look, suits shouldn’t be baggy, I look ridiculous, I need you to taper it in a couple inches in the leg. They finally relented.
Later, my friend went in to get his suit tailored and said to him «the suit will fit well, unless you’re picky like your friend [me].»
Now, fine, call me picky. If I am going to wear a suit, I want it to fit the way I want it to fit. Not be insulted by people whose job it is to do what I want.
I can honestly say wholeheartedly, I hate this place, and if I didn’t have to go back to pick up the suit, I’d never come close to this place again. If you want cheap service, come to me, I’ll give you the extra $ 30 bucks to take it somewhere else to get a suit tailored rather than have you look like a fool.