Walking into the Frog House, you're met with an olfactory assault of wax, wetsuit and fiberglass while tripping over a leash as some towhead grom is putting fins on in the middle of the aisle. It looks as though a surf-obsessed fifth-grader decorated (or defaced )the shop with pictures of surfing and odd combos of broken fins, taxidermied sharks, a dive helmet with a woman's head inside, and a surf mural on the outside wall of the shop. But that's what you get when the owner has been around since 1967, and the merchandise includes loads of cool clothing, sunglasses and anything surf. Having survived a city rezoning in 2011 and serving surfers since 1962, it's safe to say every frog has its day.