AS I STEP THROUGH THE DOORS of the Romni Goodwood store, my brain starts playing the ‘same, same but different’ game. The white shelves and pressed-metal ceiling, same. The stock, different. The counter, same, but moved to the left.
After losing count of how many times I’ve watched the Canadian television comedy series, I’m standing in a building I know backwards. But rather than David Rose’s ‘just pretentious enough’ Rose Apothecary, the real life Romni Goodwood store is a mixed bag of clothing and gifts, from knitwear to oil-can lamps.
