Yay for thrift store adventures!
Generally, I've only found utter crap it this particular shop, and it seems to be frequented by men in long, heavy woolen trench coats (this is in the middle of summer by the way), but today I found these:
Four soup bowls. I dream about turning up to Antiques Roadshow with them, and finding out they're worth a squillion dollars and saying, 'oh, the value doesn't matter. I'll never sell them. You see, my cat just loves having his biscuits from them'.