7-Eleven

I like the hamburger in this store, and sometimes I buy the snack.

The Market Street 7-​Eleven in San Francisco is an underrated local treasure.
I stopped at this location on New Year’s Eve looking for a quick pick-​me-​up and perhaps a healthy snack. I did not leave disappointed.
At a center table sat eight tubs of coffee with every blend you can imagine. I went for blueberry and added hot chocolate and whip cream. All included in the price of the cup. Perfect.
As I approached checkout, I decided to sample a handful of delectable Taquitos, each cooked to perfection on a roller oven. The Jalapeño and cream cheese variety was especially good with its subtle hints of spice.
Service was attentive and made waiting on the long line feel like a minor inconvenience. Music was tasteful and appropriate for the moment. Lighting was fluorescent and uplifting. Floor was clean but I wouldn’t eat a Taquito off of it.

This is a typical 7-​Eleven. Which means:
— All the snacks. You want a snack, you get a snack.
— Slushies. In case that is something you are craving.
— Glares from all the workers. Do not expect a smile. Do not ask for a smile. You will not get a smile.
— Other bits and bobs for your day.
This one is open later than most stores in the area, which is a win. But everything else, you know, it’s just kind of a meh.

Geez. Not even a smile or a greeting from the clerk. Yes, i get it, working suxs, eve should have never took a bite of the fruit in the garden of eden. Damn you, woman!

Rockstar Horchata:
Not just Cinco De Mayo —
Todos los días!

Visited here yesterday. It’s a good enough 7-​Eleven. Wanted a bag of their oh so tasty Hot Dog flavored potato chips. It’s always sad to see the chronic panhandlers nearby which I think takes a toll on the employees (They don’t seem too thrilled to be there). All of your favorites are there for a modestly higher price than if you were elsewhere. Several sane customers weren’t all that nice to the employees, so there’s that.

Gross Gross and more gross! Homeless people hang out in the store all day long! It’s nasty, it stinks, and there is always long lines that don’t move. It’s kinda scary because you feel like you may get robbed while in the store.

This 7 – 11 is at 711 Market! Pretty cool!
Otherwise normal ⁷⁄₁₁. It’s a strange experience to stand in line there for lotto tickets at what feels like a cross section of society.

Not really a review, just nostalgia. I miss the old dive bar (711 Club) that once occupied this address. I watched many 49ers games at the tail end of the Rice/​Montanna era, played Lotto and drank tasty tall Sierra Nevada brewskis. Sometimes I grabbed some Chinese Food from a nearby joint before getting a cab back to Treasure Island. Planning a trip back to SF soon will walk by.

One immediate sad aspect of SOMA is that the hood effectively begins shutting down 9pm and beyond. After 11pm, most businesses are closed and it’s definitely all whispers come midnight. The only place that still makes its presence felt post 3am is this 7-​Eleven. So right off the bat, I have to give it kudos for being open late.
Unlike the other nearby neighborhood convenience stores, 7 – 11 always has an upper hand because they tend to have a fully stocked inventory of all things that people come for in the middle of the night. Whether it’s beer, munchies, toiletries, or straight up 7 – 11 branded food, it’s definitely available.
Is it me, or is it always bright in here? There is no way anyone can miss 7 – 11. While it might be a stroke of genius on their part, I don’t want to see what their electrical bill looks like. The hot dogs, slurpees, hot pocket concoctions is a stomach churning adventure waiting to happen. Proceed with caution.
If you find yourself in here and somewhat offended by the counter clerks, keep in mind that they’ve probably seen some crazy ish that day. Cut em a break and get out while you still can.

Always stop here for some redbox. Theres pan handlers at the front all the time but it is sf. pretty clean and pretty stocked. normal 7 – 11

«Yoo sure dis is gonna wurk?» Jimmy asks you, a slight quiver in his voice.
«As long as you keep your goddamn voice down scab!» you bark.
«But yoo nevah dun dis befour, yoove sahd.» The apprehension in his voice is becoming more audible.
«Well, maybe I have,» you growl, your left molars clamping down around six Parliament Lights bound together by an old newspaper rubber band. Makeshift cigar. Gotta roll with the times. You had quit smoking two years before… two years ago before the incident. But what does it possibly matter now?
«An why yoo always call me ‘Jimmy’ or ‘scab,’ Jimmy asks. „My name is…“
„You shut the f&*$ up Jimmy! You shut the F&*$ right now!“ You don’t want to know his name. You don’t want to know a goddamn thing about him. You realize, in horror, that your Berreta M9 is pressed forcibly against his forehead. He stands in front of you, motionless, like a scarecrow. You swore to yourself that you’d never be part of a group again, or take responsibility for another living human soul again… ever since what happened in Ocean Beach years ago
„I’m sorry Jimmy,“ you say, „I’m sorry.“ You lower your gun and holster it. „I’m so tired,“ you think to yourself. „So tired.“ You had no choice to save Jimmy’s life. You were silently making your way downtown, towards the last known working 7-​Eleven nacho machine, when you saw what the hell-​bred living dead were about to do to him as he was surrounded in the middle of Montgomery Street, defenseless.
You, going against the best of your instincts, opened fire. You saved him.
Since then, for the past five days he’s followed you, like a lost puppy. The similarities to Scab are remarkable. You shake your head and drink the last 2 hours of a 5 Hour Energy drink you had picked up at the 7-​Eleven on Geary. You need totally concentration if you are going to safety extract this nacho machine. No time for that 2:30 feeling.
You open the door silently as possible and enter the 7-​Eleven. You notice the abundance of candies, snacks, energy and sports drinks they have stocked. „Cigarettes AND cloves,“ you notice to yourself, pondering that this is a pretty well-​equipped market, one you would have liked to patronized before the earth was transformed into an un-​wakeable nightmare.
You glance around the store looking for the nacho machine; hard to detect in this light. As you turn around to signal Jimmy to enter the store, a Sharp GX-​CD10 boombox, a relic from the 90s, slides across the store’s tiled floor to come to a full stop at your feet. It is, on full volume, playing the Fat Boys record smashing 1984 top 40 hit, ‘Can You Feel It.»
«That’s for my brother Scab you nacho eating mother f$%^&*#,» Jimmy screams as he double backs out of the door, sprinting away. It all makes sense now. The next time you see ‘Jimmy’ will be six months from now, when you beat him to death (or release him from death) with a Shake Weight. The faint light of the full moon bounces off of the eyes of the once-​human creatures slowly rising from the aisles of the 7-​Eleven, who have been stirred awake by the musical racket.
You grab the bottle of Wild Turkey 151 in your back pocket and light the rag stuffed down the neck of it on fire. The light coming off your improvised molotov cocktail lightens up a previously darkened area of the store. And to your disbelief… you see a nacho machine.
Fifteen to twenty horrific flesh eating monsters stand in the way of you and nachos. The logical thing to do would be to set the whole goddamn place on fire. But you blow the flame out of the makeshift explosive and then slowly pull out your Chaos Double Edge tactical knife and 26″ telescopic steel baton; double wielding.
«Common you zombie bastards,» you spit through your teeth. «Let’s dance!»
Hell on earth will not stand between you and your 7-​Eleven nachos.
TO BE CONTINUED

Customer service needs improvement. They don’t accept deals from the 7 – 11 app as well. I learned the hard way.

It is what it is. I came in here for a Powerade for my half marathon, but all they had was Gatorade. Being that the store is located on Market Street, there are a lot of homeless people here begging for money while opening the door for you to enter the store. This is one of the smaller 7-Eleven’s that I’ve seen. If you don’t see what you are looking for you can stop by the CVS that’s located practically next door. Chances are that you’ll find what you need there.

The 7-​Eleven is good and in a good location. I love this location.

This is the closest 7-​Eleven to my work. Honestly, the only reason I’ve ever been here is to buy scratchers and lottery tickets. The guys at the cash register are always super nice and helpful and I get in and out quickly. I know this location is on the smaller side, so it may not have everything you find at a normal 7-​Eleven, but it works for me!

If you’re in need of anything and you’re at downtown at 1 AM you can expect 711 to be open with all the necessities. You wont find anything fancy here, but if you’re looking for snacks, drinks, toiletries, gift cards, it’s all here. Perfect for a late night or early morning food run.

Occasionally, I have a unhealthy craving for a 7-​Eleven hot dog. They shouldn’t build some food joints within walking distance of a high school, it’s where this sick hunger began. Junk food should abide by a school radius like Registered Sex Offenders.
My breakfast today quite possibly took a year off my life.

This 7-​Eleven is awful. I have come a couple times looking for postage stamps and they never have them. I do not understand how a convenience store like this can go unstocked for so long, especially for something like stamps where not many places still sell them.
Do not go to this 7-​Eleven – spend your time next door in Daiso if you need to kill time!

7-​Eleven are one of the best convenience stores in the world. I remember coming down to this store almost every morning for a quick breakfast in 2005 when I had a summer job working at the San Francisco Hispanic Chamber of Commerce.
One of my favorites are Jalapeño & Cream Cheese Taquitos along with a tray of Nachos. They also have the best breakfast sandwiches, donuts and coffee selection which I absolutely enjoy. It is perfect for on the go while you are running errands, on the way to work or school and you don’t have time to wait in line. There is a wide selection of potato, corn, and tortilla chips available along with sodas, vitamin waters, and energy drinks.
01/​21/​2015:
Good service, clean facility and friendly staff members on duty. When you are in need of quick snacks anytime, count on 711 for this.

Today 7 – 11, was a good day to visit this tiny 7 – 11, located on 711, to celebrate national «7 – 11 Day». It’s a symbolic company birthday, celebrated every year nationwide by giving away FREE Slurpees. Yay!
Okay, I’ll be honest. I’d be more exited if this was a 7 – 11 in asia because those are x10 better (more variety, way better food & service) compared to US locations. It’s hard to believe that it’s the largest chain store in the world, bigger than McDonald’s. And yes, it’s no longer an American company it was acquired by its Japanese subsidiaries in the 90s.