Now, I wouldn’t call myself a packie expert, but I do have some basic expectations of my local booze-erie. Namely, that it accept plastic as a means of payment. That $ 5 total ATM surcharge just voided the point of buying the cheapest wine possible. Other gripe: the most exotic beer available was Sam Summer. Oh sure, there was ONE bottle of Magic Hat #9, and a six pack or two of Harpoon IPA, but my only option for Good Beer in a 12 was Sam. The only thing saving this joint from a single-star review was the ancient dude minding the counter. I let him get away with calling me «kid» and«flash» thanks to the speed of said ATM trip. He seemed too lonely for me to abandon my purchase entirely. First and last time to Jeffreys.