Had enough of those stores where the sizes are only "To Stay"? Shop Ernest's, where your hard-earned paycheck disappears in the owner's mitt faster than you can say "why are my pockets sewn together?"
According to this page on the neighborhood, it was here. (If the maps wheels around uncontrollably like an ecstatic drunk, look for the 3 story brick building with a greyish upper floor.)
It looked like this, originally.