Kwik Sak

This is definitely the worst Kwik Sak I have visited. The men’s restroom is out of order, the women’s restroom does not have a lock on the door, the toilet seat will not stay up for a man, and their is no soap to wash your hands.
The coffee station is more expensive than McDonalds, only has a few packets of the pink stuff sweetener, only two flavors of creamer, and no decaf.
The man at the register started at me and then told me that my purchase had to be $ 5 in order to use my debit card.
Clearly they are running this place on extremely minimum standards and not trying to notch up service and presentation as the rest of the neighborhood is trying to do.
Either go to another convenience store or, for coffee, just go to the nearest fast food.

Gas prices have spiked everywhere, so you certainly can’t hold this place responsible for how much they charge per gallon. However, that’s not the only thing about the Kwik Sak that makes me wince (though the spelling of its name is a bit cringe-​worthy, too).
Kwik Sak, as far as location, is a fairly convenient spot to pick up whatever items you may need. It’s near several banks, and it’s right between Inglewood and the lower East Side. The wife of the guy who runs the place runs some sort of beauty racket, and there are always signs posted about hair supplies or manicures or something.
I suppose the place is pretty «kwik» as far as service goes, but I’ve also found the staff to be a bit «kold.» They often talk on their cell phones as they’re ringing me up, and while prices on cigarettes, beer and otherwise are pretty standard, the people who run the place always seem like they couldn’t care less that I’m even at the place.