Best of Boston

It must be that a parallel universe exists in Newton Centre, where for 40 years Mr. Sid has managed to make men’s shopping a social activity. Could it have something to do with the daily 5 p.m. cocktail hour, when the main sweater display transforms into a pool table, a plasma TV emerges, and the sales guys start shaking up martinis? Or could it simply be that for years men have wandered into Mr. Sid and, thanks to its expansive selection of upscale business and casual clothing, emerged better dressed and standing taller (if not slightly buzzed as well)?