Soo Liquors

First off, there are only 5 other reviews for this place and most of them were from like 5 or more years ago.
I lived right around the corner from this place and it is pretty good. I used to go to Dominick’s for alcohol before they closed and when they did, I switched to this place. The prices are not bad for a small liquor store. It’s also pretty safe.
The owners and 2 mexican workers are pretty passive. They obviously aren’t there to give you a five star greeting, but they aren’t disagreeable in anyway.
They also have a pretty good selection.

I agree with the previous review coming to this place’s defense. If you feel like this is an unsafe place, you need to take a day-​trip to Funkytown proper. This is a little, dingy neighborhood liquor store, but I have never seen anything violent or scary take place here. Just some kooky drunks getting their pint of Gilby’s. The prices aren’t even that bad for the little mom n’ pop place it is. Also, in addition to the older man and woman, the two Mexican dudes who work there are pleasant enough. I even watched them one night be serenely passive with some customer who was clearly trying to antagonize them.
They got yer smokes, they got yer booze. That’s their purpose in life. Quite frankly, I read the negative reviews of this place like this:
«Non-​white people scare me.»

I am literally offended on behalf of the employees and owners of this store. The people who work there are NOT CREEPY. How can you even say that – is it because you can’t communicate with them because they grew up speaking either Korean or Spanish?
Yes, the people outside are sometimes a little scary, but I have this notion that you all are referring to them as «gangbangers» because… gasp…they are black.
Characters make a city. Go move to the suburbs and then you can drive to Binny’s every night and park in a big lot and buy your craft brews and gruner veltlingers without having to deal with people unlike yourself.

I just have to respond to the reviewers getting down on Soo. First, sure, it’s a pit. Sure, there are gang bangers that hang out outside and kill the trees (as well as other things, I’m sure). But at least this is a business that has hung in there and remained open to serve the drinking public of East Rogers Park when so many others have fallen by the wayside (often with a little help from developers and their friends in high places). Hey, look around Morse. «I see gang bangers» «Where do you see them» «Everywhere from Lakewood to Ashland, man! Open your eyes.» Sorry about that.
There are two liquor stores left on Morse now. I try spread the wealth between them. Sure, I like the staff at «non-​Soo» better, but I want both to stay open (it’s not so bad to have competition, you know).
Bars on the windows when they they close? Oh yeah! You betcha’. I’d deem them «fool» for less. «Aarr! There be booty, bottles and butts in dar!»
In short, I can’t blame anyone for going to Jewel for a 18 pack and grabbing the Red Line (I’ve done it, for price sake) if they worry about their safety at Soo. The Gift of Fear can keep us all safer if we listen to it.

There are few places I refuse to go into alone.
This is one of them. The place is creepy. The people who work there are creepy. Frankly, I don’t even like walking past there but I have to to get to Morse Market, which I love.
Rogers Park: Please close this place. It unnerves me.

This place is the pits. It’s a hang out for every thug and public drunk in Rogers Park. It’s little more than a purveyor of pints in paper bags.
This place should be closed.