They never have HopSlam.

Spanky, is this true?

I found some the other day, but I have plenty stashed so left it for RedskinGreg.

You can probably still get it a block from my house. That guy was charging 30 bucks right out of the gate. I said thanks but no thanks.

Not possible.

Shine the Darkside signal and his bullshit detector.

Their cashiers are my favorites.

Their cashiers are douchebags. My partner and I used to get our Friday beer at the one on Dempster. My partner has an expired license (which probably makes him a douchebag himself), but he's over 30 fucking years old and looks every bit of it. When we went to check out the beer, they didn't want to take his expired license, so I said, "Okay, here's my license. I'll buy it." But that was a big fucking deal that required management approval. I guess you can't buy beer at Binny's if your underage kid is with you now. Anyway, fuck that, I've already got enough headaches in my life. Now we go to Sinicalypse Mart on Lincoln. They have a pretty good selection and they don't require ID from 50 year old men.

Yeah, this is insane.

I almost was denied buying beer at Mariano's a couple month's ago because my wife didn't have her ID. I asked what do they do when a parent comes in and buy's alcohol with their child present. They said, "Well, obviously they are not purchasing it for them". And they know this how?

This is one of the dumbest/short-sighted company policies I have ever seen at a store.

Yeah, it's a terrible policy because I don't even think the store has any exposure. They guy who bought the beer had ID. What he does with it when he leaves the store is on him. So really it's just an attack on the customer. And what does it get them? I don't go to Binny's anymore and i second their Douchebags on message boards.

As far as the expired ID is concerned, I can understand not accepting it to a degree. But for people who are older than thirty, it's kind of silly. I get that a 22 year old guy could give his old license to his 19 year old buddy who looks like him so he can try to sneak past a bouncer at a club with a quick moving line when it's dark and the dope is using a flashlight. But it's a brightly lit store and there's no doubt this drunken 30 year old idiot is the guy pictured on the ID. You're in business to sell beer, not to make buying it as difficult as possible.

Kenwood Liquors has a guy monitor the parking lot for underage kids in the car

My partner and I used to get our Friday beer at the one on Dempster.

You want a partner. Don't you JOOR?

Their cashiers are douchebags. My partner and I used to get our Friday beer at the one on Dempster. My partner has an expired license (which probably makes him a douchebag himself), but he's over 30 fucking years old and looks every bit of it. When we went to check out the beer, they didn't want to take his expired license, so I said, "Okay, here's my license. I'll buy it." But that was a big fucking deal that required management approval. I guess you can't buy beer at Binny's if your underage kid is with you now. Anyway, fuck that, I've already got enough headaches in my life. Now we go to Sinicalypse Mart on Lincoln. They have a pretty good selection and they don't require ID from 50 year old men.

oh that's right you named my convenience store after me. fucking shit i remember that day; IIRC it was a friday afternoon and i had no immediate responsibilities for the afternoon, so i was looking like hell warmed over (2+ days unshaven, wigger cargo shorts, and that pair of team jordans i never bothered to lace up after county so they act as my slippers) with glasses and the whole 9 yards so as i duck into my usual spot to grab a 40/32-of-corona-familiar and a shot, i hear "hey" and i look over and it's JORR and i'm like "oh fuck" cuz you know, believe it or not i have an image to maintain for this board and suffice to say JORR/partner/whoever got to see the nature of the beast.

so i try to be nice and cordial but i'm just thinking "get the fuck out of here before the subject of you looking like hyde to that of your usual dr. jekyll comes up" which i kind of did, so sorry if i was a dick that day JORR but i think you can vouch for the fact that i looked like i wasn't exactly looking for any sort of meaningful social interaction that day as i think i was just trying to get a beer to watch some baseball and rah rah rah.

that convenience store is good and solid.... the guys who own/run it have been cool enough in the past to extend me a $30 tab to the next day, but i don't ab/use that kind of privilege often. or ever again technically. now they've got some new jamoches who have already tried to hustle me by charging me $13 for the pack of cigarettes that i know costs $10.97 (and you feel like a dick correcting them but it's like "hey you're new here and i'm not. i know what this costs" and for some reason one of the new ladies always charges me $11.08 as opposed to $10.97, but yeah there's other little things that tend to have some variable pricing there, mainly the non-owners will charge an extra 50cents-1dollar for stuff to people who they figure they can get away with it with, but hey that's just technically oldschool in the art of bartering/etc.... you know, it's a CONVENIENCE store nestled in the heart of a residential district so sometimes they're going to see to it that you pay for that convenience, but it balances out by knowing if the main guys are there i can get a pack of buglers fronted to me for a few hours or whatever if i'm truly hurting, which truly puts the "convenience" in the "convenience store"

Yeah, there's some new Indians in town. These new guys aren't friendly like the old guys were.

Man, times have changed. There used to be a liquor store at 47th and Woodlawn called Gill's. It had a drive-thru window. The sold gallon jugs of their own beer. Or you could bring your own vessel and have them fill it from the tap. The tagline for the beer was "Never Goes Flat. Stays Cold Without Ice." They never carded me one time. any old U of C guys or Hyde Parkers here that frequented Gill's?

Skip the bull Sini, we are still waiting for your "Supa Ugly" response to Goff ethering you the other day.

In the mid-90s, one of my college buddies did some housesitting for a U of C professor who lived on Blackstone a couple doors down from Sara Paretsky. Whenever I hung out with him, we would order a jug or two from Gill's and stumble around the neighborhood, inevitably finishing the night off at Cyril's House of Tiki. Most of the time we were the only white guys in the place, and the black guys there would frequently pretend like they were going to give us a hard time before buying us a round or just sitting down to talk. They seemed fascinated by white people who weren't afraid of them. Some of the older regulars were ex-Black Panthers who were very interested in what we were studying and what our politics were. It was very cool getting to know them.

Anyway, Gill's was some strange stuff. I'm not even sure it was beer. But it got you crazy drunk really quick. Their delivery guys never carded, which was a good thing since we were underaged.