Corkscrew Johnny’s

Fantastic place with a great selection. The staff was very helpful and friendly. I will definitely be back.

Stopped in at 11:30 on a Monday morning, and the doors were locked. Hours on the door said 10 AM, went around to the side door and asked the guy if they were open, and he said «We’re unloading a truck come back in 20 minutes.» Needless to say, I’ll never be back.

This place is awesome with a great selection. I talked a lot to the big guy named John and he was extremely knowledgeable on the two things I was asking him about– Bourbon and red wines. I imagine his knowledge is great in other areas as well b/​c he really knew things inside and out. I plan on returning soon and being a regular!

Corkscrew Johnny’s is a great little liquor store… you can find everything you need to mix up your favorite drink… or great beer and an excellent wine selection. Just wish they would stock Ohio wines like my fave, Ferrante’s Jester’s Blush. We live close-​by, and this is actually the closest store of any kind. Would be handy if they stocked staples, too.

Seems like a nice quite place, not too far from akron. Decent prices and good selection! I don’t believe they take credit cards but there is an ATM inside.

Had a pretty decent selection however all of the beer was cold and I have no way of keeping it cold for a two hour journey home so I left empty handed. The guy working there whom I think was the owner was super helpful though!

«The Screw» used to be just south of the current location, in yet another abominable, godless strip mall, but the good folks at Johnny’s decided, «Hey, let’s build a stage, stitch up some costumes, hire a band, and put on a SHOW!» So they moved north, just a bit, to a new, dedicated location. (You almost can’t believe the ‘Screw even exists; I find myself rubbing my eyes each time I enter. «Whuck?») The interior of the place is more typical of an urban likker place than one stuck in the ‘burbs; nice layout, with a «wine loft» just up the stairs. Very open feeling, but here’s the BEST part…
The people working here, and I mean ALL of them, really get the whole deal. They understand that you want some hooch, or vino, or just a sixer, and they are standing by for aid and comfort, served up with wit, charm, grace and intelligence. («Desperate Housewines,» e.g.) As noted above, this place is in the wilds of Richfield but seems more on a par with Manhattan, or Old Bond Street, or Avenue Montaigne, or Moscow’s oh-​so-​trendy Tretyakovsky Proyezd in its presentation and vibe.
I was just over there snagging some chewable cab for my oenophile bunkmate, and it was, yet again, an enjoyable experience. Just below five star, as their turnover of product isn’t what it could (and should) be, so the chance that they may not have exactly the single malt for which I hanker is high. Hey. I have very real, human needs.
Give this place a visit. I’ve yet to hear anyone having a bad experience. (I’ll forgive Bryn his geographical slip: this is in Richfield, where it was once in Bath. Not to put too fine a point on it.)

I suppose it’s weird to think of a liquor store having «character», or providing an experience beyond fulfulling the basic need to purchase booze. In my experience, most liquor stores are no-​bullshit, utilitarian establishments, operated by people with whom you should avoid making direct eye contact. They’re not typically places you want to linger. But then again, this is Bath, Ohio. Money grows on trees here. Anything is possible, even yuppie liquor stores.
Johnny’s is a strange and occasionally wonderful place. It sits in the middle of nowhere, flanked by a couple of garden centers and truck depots on an otherwise desolate stretch of Cleveland-​Massillon Road, but Johnny’s teal-​colored cinderblock building looks downright festive. It says, «C’mon inside, let’s buy some liquor and party our asses off.» The guys working behind the counter can be just as colorful, too. (I imagine that if you embarked on that timeless cliché and attempted rob this liquor store, the clerks would attempt to engage you in some kind of Socratic dialogue, then try to sell you a fancy $ 10 chocolate bar, instead of opening the register and handing over the cash. It’s that kind of place.) There’s a whole lotta liquor, and the beer selection is a microbrew paradise. They don’t take credit cards for booze, and they’re closed on Sunday. Minor inconveniences.
The upstairs is for wine. Again, it’s an odd arrangement. Most of the wine sits on the floor in dimly-​lit crates, like it’s the U. S. Customs warehouse or something. You’ve got bottles of $ 6.99 Argentinian hooch sitting right next to $ 500 bottles of fine Grand Cru Bordeaux. There’s no rhyme or reason to it that I could ever decipher. It’s like a treasure hunt for dedicated drunks.
There’s really nothing like it in the area… there’s no competition if you don’t want Giant Eagle or the Circle K gas station dictating what kind of wine or beer you can purchase on short notice.