Sybil’s Liquors

Sybil’s isn’t for everyone, certainly not individuals with different wants at different times. sybil’s only offers, cigs, ramen, overpriced wines, mainstream beers, small bottles of hard liquor and lotto
buys: lotto tics
–bud days behind me, no more buds, coors
–never see pabst in stores or never looked for it.
on draught:
–wouldn’t come here in the evenings, too ghetto.

This place has a lot of basic standard liquor store style amenities, but be –extremely– cautious coming here in the evening. After dark this place becomes so very dangerous… 2 major shootings right out front only within a couple months of each other. My partner and his brother were robbed at gunpoint right near the store for simply being near the 14 bus line stop. And to top it off, the customers that frequent this place are about as ghetto section 8 class as you can possibly get. Constant loitering from hordes of thug looking folks right outside at all hours, and drunks banging on the door to get into the store before it even opens. I only gave this place 2 stars for the super friendly owners to whom I give a lot of credit for putting up with everything that goes on inside and around this store.

A true Ghetto Mart.
From staff to customers to environment.
They even have a old beat up janky van out front with their name on it. WTF is this all about?
Anyways, if you’re a noob here don’t try to use an ATM card, it may be confusing.
Also do not hang out front to long. And parking sucks so be ready to double park if you’re trying to hit and run on your way out.

i don’t understand why sybils has a partially blind security guard. The blind mice is missing its third member because he is at sybils near the entrance humming a jazz beat and grasping a cane.
True, sybils don’t fuck around. you have to slide your own atm card punch in your own damn numbers grab your receipt and hand it to the lady behind the counter. she’ll snatch it up with attitude and a little of «mmhmm nuh uh»

You come to this store to buy liquor and cigarettes. Sybil’s Liquor doesn’t deal in girly flavored waters or Luna Bars. Sybil’s Liquor doesn’t fuck around.
Sybil’s Liquor to you: «If you want your fancy-​ass yuppie Diet Snapple, you drive your ass over to Rockridge. Bourgeois piece of shit.»
Sybil’s Liquor makes me cry.