As I’m writing this I wonder what the ‘C’ in Mister C stands for, and will probably toss and turn tonight until I call up to the store to find out… or I may pour two, or three, or four, glasses of their delicious wine until I’m thinking about how much I love having drinks in the summer. Yes! Mister C, you make my summer endless. Which is why«C» will stand for Celebration or Chill of Colorful like the eclectic mix of patrons casually strolling in and out. You’re a cool place Mr C. I got a fifth of vodka called Amsterdam, a handle of gin, a bottle of X-Rated, a few pink Kinky Shots, and some whiskey that I didn’t know the name of. This price was amazing! If you know me, you know I’ve been in search of the lowest priced liquor store my liver can stand. That search seems to have led me to unequivocal certainty that Mister C is for me. What is a party without libations and banter?! A 9am conference call. That’s what it is! I choose to believe fate brought me to this place one Saturday evening. Bootleg movies being sold in the parking lot, shady neighborhood feel, and sassy cashiers that gladly accept tips. Mister C is serving up realness for a comparable price. It’s a needed break away from the liquor stores in my area. Not that rolling out the grand red carpet to pick out a wine in a specially temperature controlled room doesn’t make me fancy dance — sometimes, I just want some drank. Go here if you want the old stand bys, with some east keystone street flair!