Apparently, Uncle Jacob has been working to clean up his act. He checks serial numbers with the police, gets ID, hangs on to bikes until they clear, that kind of thing. I'm not sure how effective it is, and I still hear bad rumours, but he's trying, I guess. A number of his good finds actually come from being a quick draw on Craigslist. To be honest, I still don't feel much confidence talking to the guy, but that's just me.
The other place on Queen W, by the way, is Igor's. Don't even bother with him, unless you enjoy being tackled when your new bike's previous owner spots you on the street.