7-Eleven

They aren’t taking part in the anniversary promotion. Either that or the night clerk confused the meanings of «yes» and «no.» Minus 4 stars and future business for a sad attempt to rip us off.

It’s a 7 – 11. It serves it’s purpose.

Best 7 – 11 in portland, and one main reason why: Kalen (can’t remember if this is his exact name). Great customer service and makes connections with his customers. The one downside is that I miss his orange hat.

Junk food, beer and pretty friendly service. It’s what you look for in a convenience store. And they have it here.
A-​OK says me.

There is this incredibly potent smell wafting around the drink coolers in this place. It is blend of bad smelling chemicals and other still worse smelling chemicals. So, if you are in to really terrible smells, then you’re in luck! That said, they do sell Digiornos and are open 24 hours a day.

This is a 7-Eleven…there are many like it, but this one:
HAS AN AMAZON LOCKER* IN IT! *WHOOP* *WHOOP*
What does that mean? That means you can get Amazon to send your crap here so you can pick it up at yer leisure, rather than having to chase down the dude in the brown shorts! Also, when I go in here to pickup my package and immediately LEAVE the staff usually STILL tell me to «have a great day», which is appreciated.
I like the way this place smells too, I like the way all gas stations/​bodegas smell… not sure why…
*his name is CARL

Very helpful staff.
Watch put for recumbent bikes & trikes in the road. There’s a trike shop across the street where people are taking them out for test rides — the riders may be inexperienced or distracted when passing the driveway.

Wow. When was the last time I stepped into a 7 Eleven that I can remember? Oh yeah, a few months back when my roommates and I wanted cheap wine (they also wanted the pepperoni sticks).
Well, I mean, that was before last week.
That day was one of the few hot and sweaty Oregon ones… hot…sweaty…humid…gross. The perfect day to stand in line to watch a movie! Right? Well, kind of.
So we buy our tickets at Cinemagic. It’s not air-​conditioned in the lobby, and the people are packed in there like sardines. There was no way I was going to wait there. And then we saw it. Like a bright light from heaven. A 7 Eleven. Across the street. Alleluia!
When I was in high school, I used to get Slurpees in the mornings (this was before I discovered iced coffee, and the superiority of the Icee). Pure sugar deliciousness. As soon as I saw the machine, it all came rushing back to me! There was the cherry… the blue raspberry… the Coca Cola… and the BANANA SPLIT??! Okay, so the flavors were few and far between, but damn did it hit the spot (and it went well with popcorn, too!).
Candy selection was on-​par, and everyone found a li’l somethin’-somethin’ to mix in the popcorn.
The teller there let us make fun of the notion of quick-​mart hot dogs and burritos (he played along), and there was this awesome and hilarious mutual understanding (and sympathy, on our part), for the suckiness of his job.
Overall, a nice, clean, and cool 7 Eleven with Slurpees, but… it is what it is… a 7 Eleven. And I’m A-​OK with that.