Just got my first tattoo here (for my 25th birthday) after being referred to 1603 by pretty much every tattooed person i know. I can't, for the life of me, remember my tattoo artists name because I was waffling between a state of shock and panic this whole time.
Despite my fear, the environment was comfortable, the artist did a great job, and helped lighten the mood by cracking jokes while I was on the table whimpering like a freaking puppy.
It hurt like a bitch and I'm pretty sure I'll never put myself through that agony again, but if I decide I want to torture myself, I'll be back to 1603!