7-Eleven

This 7-​Eleven is great. They have all the good products. The employees are very helpful. I needed to buy cigarettes and they have them! This 7-​Eleven will go down in history as one of the best 7-Eleven’s I have ever been to. And that’s a fact

I love these owners! The clerks are always lovely and keep the pink sprinkle donuts stocked up. What more can I ask for.
You may be harassed by the homeless guy outside. I’ll get him a slurpee, I’m nice. Speaking of slurpees, this is the only ⁷⁄₁₁ I know where the machine hasn’t been out of order for at least one flavor. They keep the place clean and in working order. The food is always fresh-​ish.
They also carry those little gummy burgers at the front desk. So I love these guys…

Nice staff, here! I’ve been in a number of times and the cashiers are always prompt and courteous. I’ve been helped by a guy a few times and by a woman once. This store has also always been clean and their snacks are a bit cheaper than the other convenience stores nearby.
One time I had a coupon that their system didn’t recognize. The male cashier called a lady out for help and they were able to figure out how to ring it up so that I could use the coupon. I really appreciate that this business takes different coupons that might not be theirs, but they are for the products that they sell.
They also sell gasoline at this location and I’ve gotten it before without an issue. I don’t really buy it from here though because I find it cheaper down the street.
Every once in a while there will be a homeless person sitting by the entrance. I’ve never been bothered by them but it is very obvious that they are loitering and asking for change. I’ve seen this more when I’ve gone at night.
Overall, this is a great store and very easy to get to because it’s right on the corner of Alameda and Glenoaks. Thanks for the great service! I will be back!

cigarettes are a bit expensive, but the guys who work here are pretty tight.

Honostly 1 star is too much for these guys, about 2 months ago around 6 am I went to get a coffee the coffee was about 3 hours old he told me to put it in a microwave, I asked him nicely to brew me a fresh one he started talking is a very rude way and said everyone puts it in the microwave (no exaggeration) then I called 7 – 11 to put a complaint I went insude to ask for his name again instead if being apologetic he wantef to attack me so I read his name tag and just now went to get coffee after 2 months cuz I live near by it was 2 diff ppl man and a women both of them not even a hand gesture of hi or by or nothing if this was not 7 – 11 these motha f would go outa biz

Nice place for fast shopping! Loved their Coffee, customer service is good, the place is clean & quite decent :)
Thanks 7 – 11

What a douche store runner. He has a restroom in the front if the house, but it’s only for employees. Great way to keep business.

I was treated so rudely by not just one but two of the clerks. a woman and a mann.

I won’t be back! I don’t like to waste cups, so I bring my own cup to refill. I’ve never had a problem at any other 7 Eleven but these people that work here Suck! He said the owner doesn’t like to give refills soo he refused to give me a refill. He said the owners name is Paul. .I doubt it. My son wanted root beer and it ran out and she said there was no more and the rest of the sodas were flat.

Ok. tried it twice. The folks that run\own this place are the rudest people in town. I will never set foot in there and give my money to them again. The first time the owner was on the phone and yelling at someone. I asked repeatedly how he was and he just yelled and ignored me. He and his wife have the worst energy about them. Today, the same thing. No hello. no respect​.no thank you. I don’t understand how they don’t see how they are coming across. I manage for a living and I would totally fire these people if they worked for me. I will be contacting 7 11 corporate to let them know how they are being represented in Burbank.

I come here almost every day for coffee. They have the coolest set up where you can literally make it any way you want. Never had any issues with the staff. Also, there’s a redbox machine outside that I use frequently. It is very convenient.

The nerve of this guy. He makes me want to explode I call to ask him a question about what they have in stock and apparently he has something better to do with his life so he hangs up on me. Sweet Jesus this man should be fired he just lost a customer. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the first time.

This 7 – 11 is horrifying. One time apparently I used too much Splenda and this guy who looks like the manager, who I will call slimy demon master, charged me a $ 1 extra. The next time $ 2 extra. I can’t believe I went there again but I did because I love 7 – 11 coffee. This time I asked how much Splenda to use so they wouldn’t charge me extra. The slimy demon master guy said 7 – 10. I said ok. So I go to the register and tell the cashier — who is truly the biggest, slimiest asshole I’ve ever met in food service — ‘ok don’t charge me extra — the guy said I’m ok.’ So slimy asshole looks pissed like he’s missing out on an opportunity to wield some of his slimy asshole pseudo power. I also was buying chips and peanuts. So he’s ringing me up looking like the mask from «V» only not smiling as much and he says ‘you messed it up.’ I said ‘what?’ He said ‘you messed up my counter’ pointing to a few powder grains of creamer that were on the cup apparently like the slime he probably leaves when he sits at his altar to worship Satan — no not that many grains actually but you get the idea. I said, ‘really?’ And he takes my chips and peanuts and literally hurls them at the window so they get stuck between the window and the front shelf. Then he leaves the register im at and goes to the the next one and says to his demon master to wait on me and motions to the people behind me to go up to his register while I’m standing there with the coffee. It was so unbelievably rude, evil, uncalled for and crazy I was numb and I actually waited for a few moments so I could pay with the demon master. After about 10 seconds of assessing the situation as slimy asshole waited on the other customers who were probably more than a bit surprised, I left. Unreal. I hope that place burns along with the animal sacrifices they make ready in the back for their nightly rituals.

Tuhid it’s good to have you back buddy! I’m sure they miss you in Bangladesh but we missed you here. The 7 – 11 team wasn’t the same without you! I like all the employees there but there was something missing when you were out.
Welcome back!

So this 7 – 11 is super close to a friends house so I come here a lot. The place is generally clean and never super busy. The parking lot is easy but its a bit hard to see the place from the street until you pass it or unless you know its there. They do not have the new pizza slice counter but other then that its the normal 7 – 11. They staff is about average.

Parking lot is always crowded and wayyy too small.

I used to live up the street from this particular 7 Eleven and like everyone else, this was only visited upon necessity. My most recent visit consisted of just one employee who decided it was detrimental for him to help the man that was playing with his bingo scratcher. I guess it was impoortant for him to tell him how to either do it, or see if he won anything. I was there to pick up a few packs of cigarettes for my husband before heading out to a birthday dinner.
Waiting…waiting…waiting…
Oh hi, can I help you?
Yes, can I have two packs of your blue american spirit cigarettes?
That will be [seven dollars and something cents]
Me noticing that there was only one pack «um, I thought I got two packs»
Oh, you want another one?
No. Not anymore. I did though.
This is pretty much how every single one of my visits have been.
Methinks not anymore…

Just a standard 7 – 11. I come here on a regular basis and it’s fine. The guy that tells the jokes and tries to talk to everyone is friendly. I’ve never heard him tell a dirty joke but if I did I wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t mind because I’m a grown ass man and not a pussy. He talks to people and is friendly because he works at a fucking 7 – 11, give the guy a break. In all honesty I enjoy coming here because most people in convenient stores hate their shitty jobs and give you attitude usually in broken English. At least this dude can speak English fluently and actually gives you decent information when you ask him a question. They have a $ 5 limit for debit and don’t give cash back. There’s also a redbox out front. Pretty straight forward place.

In the off chance you find yourself in Downtown Burbank needing to stop at a 7 – 11, avoid the one at the corner of Glenoaks and Cypress. I go there only out of necessity.
One of the clerks always insists upon telling some form of dirty joke when you see him. First time I saw this guy I came in and he pointed at me and yelled, «Those pants!» I didn’t know what to do about that. How do you respond to that? I thought of pointing back and yelling, «That shirt!» but I was afraid of what that would bring. Instead I just shrugged to which he told me he had a pair of pants exactly like those. I imagine he and I weren’t the only two in the world with a pair of old jeans but I didn’t want to disappoint him, it seemed to mean a lot to him.
This guy also has a habit of «amusingly» making up prices at the register. He’ll say a total is $ 150 instead of say, the actual total which is $ 3.50. He’ll laugh then and point to the real price.
The other clerk speaks nary a drop of English. First time I saw him I’m in there getting a Dr. Pepper and a hot dog. Well, I decided not to get the hot dog because it became obvious what an arduous task this would be. There’s about 15 people in line while he figures out how to use the register. So he’s struggling to get by and ring these people up and send them on their way. It’s because of this I decide against the hot dog. It would’ve broken him, I think. So when I get up to the register I’m patiently waiting while the Dr. Pepper is being meticulously scanned and suddenly, in the front door bursts the homeless guy from outside, who pushes his way through the line and goes behind the counter. He proceeds to wash himself in the mini-​sink: hands, arms, face. Every customer in the place, myself included, freeze and watch the scene with horror and disgust. One would think the clerk might put an end to this as it is no doubt setting a new record for health code violations. But no, much like us, the horrified customers, he freezes. Nary a word is spoken, nor a movement made. He just stands there, watching this guy do his mini-​bath. He finishes up and leaves the store. We watch him go, silently. Then, as if this bizarre interlude had never occurred, the clerk finishes ringing me up and ushers me out the door.
I go there recently and the fellow with limited english is standing over the sink eating a taquito. He sees me and continues to chow down on his taquito. I wait a moment, nothing happens. I have an ice cream and two lotto tickets and give them a small shove on the counter, just to give him a little hint, as if to say, Yeah, that’s it… I’m ready.
Finally, as if it pains him to have to do so, he comes over and starts to ring up my ice cream. I hand him the two lotto ticket forms and he runs them through the machine, then places them back on the counter. He manages to tell me the total for my ice cream and two lotto tickets: It’s $ 15 and change. I pause – «Huh?» He mumbles something in no language I recognize and points to the total. «How much is the ice cream?» I ask. I look through the lotto tickets and find there’s an extra one with several quick picks printed on it. «Oh, this isn’t mine,» I say and hand it back to him.
«No, no,» he says and pushes it back towards me.
«Um, no,» I say again and hand it back to him. «I didn’t get this.» I point to my lotto sheets and the show him I only have two tickets. «I don’t know what this is,» I say, handing him the many quick pick ticket. «Not mine.» He takes the ticket, eyeballs it suspiciously, then hands it back toward me. I shake my head and put out my palms – «No, man – I didn’t get this and don’t want it.» Then point to my two tickets and ice cream. «That’s it. Just these.» Finally, he sighs and sets the quick picks aside. He punches many a button on the register and the price is adjusted to the more reasonable total of $ 6.49. I nod, «Okay, thanks – cool,» I say and reach into my wallet, retrieve $ 7 cash and hand it to him. I pocket my two lotto tickets and grab the ice cream. I stand prepared to receive my change. Nothing happens.
He stands there as if everything is completed. I extend my hand ever so slightly. He stares down at my hand with a bewildered and somewhat concerned expression, and shrugs. I say, «My change?» he repeats whatever it was he just mumbled shakes his head, more in a confused manner than a refusing way. «Uh, I gave you $ 7,» I point out. «Change?» Once more, the bewildered and concerned expression, followed by the head shake, shoulder shrug and unintelligible muttering. I give up, decide it simply isn’t worth the trouble. I shrug right back. «Have it your way, dude.»
Leaving the store the homeless guy asks, «Hey man, you got any spare change?»
«I don’t,» I reply and throwing a glance back into the store, I add, «but he’s got an extra 51¢ in there.»
That should tell you everything you need to know about this 7 – 11.