Walked here from the Econolodge back in June to get a nice cold beer to go with dinner on such a toasty summer day. I'd read the reviews & figured I'm old enough to be able to handle a grumpy cashier.

Truthfully, your experience here most the time really depends on how that old lady is feeling. She has this aura like those people who hate their job, but are too lazy to find another one and so they

The old lady behind the counter was rude and racist. Didn't even try to make conversation with me and then watched me like a hawk as though I would steal something. She needs a reality check.