Fire Island Liquor Store

Before you head over here, remember your ID. Because my man Jerry behind the counter is SERIOUS about carding.
I obviously have the flawless, unblemished face of a young child and my companions were bearded and/​or wrinkly old men, but I was the only one allowed inside the shop because only I had my driver’s license. The other two clowns were made to stand outside where they gazed longingly at all the booze while I shopped and chatted with Jerry about the Mets.
The selection is not enormous… mostly because the shop itself is tiny. However, it is full to the point of clutter, and you can probably find whatever liquor you happen to be looking for, if not your particular brand.
Like most everything else in Ocean Beach, you’re paying a substantial markup because you’re essentially a prisoner, but at least Jerry is a character.