I’ve passed it dozens of times and just decided to go in on a whim.
HOLY CRAP. The sheer number of books in this place was astounding and they had like a CD of stock movie trailer music playing. I ended up getting Stephen Fry’s autobiography and a copy of Daisy Kutter: The Last Train.
The fact that the science fiction books were in a place labeled “The Weird Room” didn’t do much for my self-esteem, though.