Super Stop Liquor

Always friendly. Love Sam and Mike! The place is packed floor to ceiling with liquor and snacks, lottery and toiletries.
The owners are very sweet and kind. They have high tech security measures and it feels safe walking in, even though it’s in Ptown!

Dear Super Stop,
It’s Fathers Day today, and as I’m thinking about my dad, I notice you in a lot of those memories. Pulling up in his work truck as a toddler, going in with him to get a 6 pack and bag of sunflower seeds. Going in with him as a little kid and picking out a Flinstones Push-​up Pop from the freezer. Going with him to service the ice machine on a Saturday morning, impatiently waiting for him to finish while eating a bag of M&Ms and watching your little TV.
But it’s not just those memories that you’re a part of.
You’re there when I think about my childhood. Riding my bike up the street to get an apple juice. Running in with my bff Stephanie, who lived in the apts next door, and buying handfuls of candy with money we found in our couches and left over allowances. Walking up to you, early in the morning on a Sunday, to buy eggs or tortillas so my mom and I could make breakfast for our family.
You’re there in my teenage memories, too.
Coming in giggling with my friends and cleaning you out of toilet paper so we could go TP a rival team. Spending an hour reading Seventeen, Teen and Cosmo while observing the liquor store habits of my neighborhood. Pulling up in a limo on my 16^th bday to buy a box of pads for my friend who just happened to get her first period right at that moment. Rushing in, full Homecoming dress and all, and buying a pack of mints because I knew that kiss was coming. Buying ice cream and cookies, months later, when he broke my heart.
Somehow, you stuck with me, and when I think of my 20’s, you’re there, too.
Mike scolding me for trying to buy a six pack 2 days before my 21^st birthday (and then buying it for me on my actual birthday). Spending an entire summer exploring their beer selection. Coming in with my girlfriends, in full club attire — a flurry of glitter, lipgloss and Victoria’s Secret body sprays — clicking our heels up and down the aisles. Coming in for the hard stuff, the first Christmas we spent with my parents in another state. Coming in with a fistful of cash, on a beer run for everyone back at the house who is watching the fight. Mike asking me how my dad, brother and sister are. Him knowing that my dad prefers Miller Light, but my brother in law likes the hard stuff.
When I go in these days, I can’t help thinking of my pops.
I walk in knowing he’s walked under the same doorway. I do the usual immediate look to my left to say hello to whoever is at the register that day, knowing he’s done the exact same countless times. I walk the familiar aisles. I like being in the same place as him, even if not at the same time. Thank you for giving me that, Super Stop.
Thank you for all of it.

Great beer selection.