Neill’s Grocery & Liquor

Neil’s has pricey beers, sodas on display. didn’t check pricing on hard liquor, snacks, convenience foods, etc.
drink: v-​8 juice (1.25)
–cheaper than a coke (2/​$ 3) rhough unpriced.
drips:
–next to popular HRD
is this why items pricey?
–metered parking only.

Oh man that was a good game. Need to stop somewhere and get some cereal for tomorrow… Oh, cool. Grocery and liquor store… Woah, dodge the weird homeless guy who is reciting poems.
Alright, cereal. Cereal. Where’s the… Dude… Seriously? You need to eyeball me like that? I’m trying to buy some f’ing cereal… You got your own homeless orchestra peeing on your front door and you’re eyeballing ME like I am here to rob your store…
Alright there’s the oatmeal. Lemme see if this place has OJ. Well duh, it’s a liquor store, they gotta have OJ… Let’s see… Looks like. Dude. I mean seriously, come on. I’m standing right here. I’m not carrying a huge duffelbag. I’m not stuffing tea light candles down my pants. I’m buying freaking orange juice and oatmeal!
Ok, anything else? Oh yeah, I need some peanut butter… Peanut butter. Man the aisles are small. Can barely turn sideways… Ok, dude that’s it. If you’re that insistent that I am a thief, watch me! Watch me shove this entire gallon of milk down my pants. Not impressed? Oh look, here’s another!
Here ya go. Oatmeal. Orange Juice. And Peanut Butter. Thank you very much.
*no gallons of milk were actually harmed or stolen in the production of this review.

Having a liquore store next door is awesome… low on eggs… I walk over, need milk… I walk over, NEED alcohol… I run over. haha
Although there maybe some creepy peeps hanging around outside sometime… its still nice to have them around.
They are closed on SUNDAY… FYI.

The true urban liquor experience — weatherbeaten crazies pulling pennies and nickels out of threadbare pockets, asking the clerk to count them against a big can of malt liquor, warehouse dwellers jonesing for a midnight cigarette fix, several one ounce bags of potato chips clipped to a wire display frame, a modest selection of rude magazines. It’s an oasis of calm, light, warmth, and safety from the industrial construction zone outside. If you find yourself here, no point pretending life is okay. Feed your addiction and move along.