Gold Medal Liquors

WARNING! The middle aged Indian guy is a pervert. Went in today and he preceded to follow me around the store and get extremely close to me (he even touched my but 2 times). He also put his hand on my back and called me «honey.» I felt extremely violated and will not be giving my service anymore. Even a customer walked in and asked «am I interrupting a date!?» How Awkward! When I left the store he followed me out and checked me out as I left. I felt very uncomfortable! This was my first AND my last time going there. Plus everything was overpriced.

This store is over priced and has a pretty small selection. I’ll be going elsewhere for my party supplies

Tough crowd in there. Both the staff and the customers. It is across the street from a hotel for Vagrants. You might have stayed there once — the Château. It looks real charming for a flee bag motel.
But the residents and the staff at the liquor store are always at odds with each other — which makes for an uncomfortable sitch for the guy or gal who just popped in and wants to get their brews and get out.
The main reason I go here and anyone should go here is that it has a lot of booze. And it is a hop skip and z-​formation snap from Boystown. So you can get liquored up before or after or both on Friday night!
I don’t love this place. But I don’t hate it. And I am slowly getting used to it. Plus, they always have Absolute vodka on sale.

fair warning: this is a review of my shame. when i walk by a store where the neon yellow sign is bigger than the window space, i stereotype. when i have to suck it in and side-​squeeze to get around the 3 aisles of a store, i stereotype. then why did i go in, you ask? because i was in a hurry, i was wearing heels, and my dinner companion’s ‘mr. hyde’ was starting to show, as it’s wont to do in all of us when we get a bit hungry.
so i walked in to gold medal liquors, knowing in my heart that the ONE beer that my companion enjoys would not be on the shelf.
but oh. not only was it on the shelf, it was in the refrigerated section.
not only was it in the refrigerated section, it was offered in 3 more varieties than i’d seen in any previous liquor store. i started to smile a bit grudgingly. then i glanced to the left and HELLO, there’s two brothers’ french country style ale. for cheapities!
that started an episode of fury that i’m still embarrassed of… of course i’m talking about myself pouncing on 4 different kinds of beverages, convinced that they were going to be taken by other patrons as soon as i noticed them (no, it didn’t matter that i was the only customer at the moment, i was CONVINCED that it was too good to be true).
with a glazed and slightly crazed sheen to my eyes i stumble to the counter. i commend the fine gentleman on his superb selection of beverages, not caring if he thought me to be an alchie. i asked if he carried a chocolate stout (no judging, you). to which he said ‘no, but i’ll order some for you today, so stop by this weekend and we’ll have it for you.’
swoon.
seriously, give these guys your business. the prices are very competitive, the selection is obviously hand-​picked and the service was great. i guarantee your only problem here will be that after you’ve bought way more than you planned, you’ll have to figure out how to get those heavy heavy bags home.