Gr Market & Deli

Gr Market & Deli looks like neither. store is poorly stocked.
only stocked items are beers and sodas. microbrews 22 oz. few, average pricing or not priced. 6 paks in the $ 11+ range.
buys: sanpellegrino blood orange 11 oz. 1.49
–sugary to some extent, unigue drink from italy…

Wonderful little market with a great selection of beer. The people here are very nice and very helpful. If there is a particular product (beer in my case) that is hard to find, this guy will order it and wont mark up the price.
Their prices are on par with all other mini-​markets in the area.
Glad to have Gr Market in the community.

If you’re looking for the most expensive corner store beer prices in the city, you might be looking in the right place right here.
They get one additional star for the rousing rendition of «Sweet Child O’ Mine» that my buddy & I sang when we got there. The clerk was not amused.
Anyway, I have written a short piece of pulp fiction about GR Market… enjoy.
It was just another Friday night in PARADISE CITY. I was thirsty for some NIGHTRAIN, so I stepped out the front door of my ROCKET QUEEN’s apartment (oh what a lady) & headed down towards the corner store. «WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE», I thought to myself as I looked around. The housing projects were always teeming with né’er-do-wells. She lives in a rough part of town — the kind of place where ANYTHING GOES — but I didn’t want any trouble. Not tonight. I put my head down & pulled my collar up, & the phone rang.
«Can you pick up a pint of ice cream for MY MICHELLE?» she asked.
«Yes, dear», I replied. Her roommate was always trying to finagle her way into freebies from my trips down to G&R, & it really put me in a foul mood. As I walked through the door, I flashed a smirk at the clerk, MR. BROWNSTONE. He was an insomniac & a pervert, but he was good people. «YOU’RE CRAZY to come here this late», he yelled from the front of the store. I was in the back with my head in the cooler. «Hey, I see it like this: If someone’s OUT TA GET ME, they know they can find me here. That way, maybe they can put you out of your misery while they’re at it», I shot back. «Who’s gonna THINK ABOUT YOU when you’re gone?» He laughed. «IT’S SO EASY», I said. He nodded. He was never too sharp with a comeback. Shrapnel in the brain will do that to you. So will three years in a prisoner of war camp. John McCain gets the glory, & old Chuck Brownstone gets stuck in this shithole. Life just ain’t fair sometimes.
I handed Chuck a ten spot & got a few coins back (they really rob you here). I walked out the door with a light jingle in my pocket & headed back towards the big beautiful apartment of that SWEET CHILD O’ MINE up the street, my APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION suddenly gone. I handed the cheap liquor to a bum laying in the gutter & kept moving through the night.