14-0 Express

This place is quite the conundrum, to say the least. While it’s location dauntlessly straddles the border between cockroach and crackhead infested ghetto and shiny and sterile entertainment district, the impression that this place wants nothing to do with any potential subhuman clientele is absolutely overwhelming. What I mean is this: the first two times I went in here to by 40’s of Colt 45, I was turned away and set to the Kroger («Ghetto Kroger», as it’s lovingly known as to college students) to continue my search. Sure, there’s more than your garden variety of boxed wines, loose cigarettes, single-​serving Phillies, and Mad Dog 20/​20, but it seems as if Sammy’s (what 14 – 0 is known as to the majority of it’s constituency) wants absolutely nothing to do with the retail of subpremium malt liquor products and the supposed hassles it may bring. On the bright side, Sammy’s is known for cutting you excellent deals on massive Natty Light purchases that are intended to fuel last-​minute parties that came together after the keg deadline has passed, and the guy behind the counter is always willing to help you cart your wares out to your car. If I were you, I’d make an exit through the side door, as the likelihood of getting panhandled on the way out is insurmountably high. Oh yeah, DON’T walk here at night. Trust me.