Summer’s Market

12 packs of Natural Light for $ 7.99. That’s what I buy at Summer’s, the beer is always cold and the man who owns this place makes his own 12 pack carry cases out of other cardboard boxes, that’s worth a star or four.

KNOWINGLY selling stale cigarettes because the owner «doesn’t know these people, has never met them before» is WRONG! Refusing to exchange the pack because I had smoked one is a big mistake — huge mistake — as I’ve been buying a pack a day @ $ 6.40 for the last several months now. Not any more.

This store was in the area we were in and we needed to get a keycut. They did it for only 2 dollars! Bargain.
The place has so much stuff (which is a good thing) but its not all that organised, you just end up feeling overwhelmed.
Its a good one shop stop if you are in the area but not somewhere you would go out of your way for.

one of kind store in the world, usually the have what you need, the owner is super nice the service is too i love summers market

I used to live behind this store so this was my go to spot MANY times. They have the soda and chips that you want, the cigarettes you are craving, and the booze needed to continue the party that should’ve ended hours ago.
Family owned and right on the corner.

Its OK. a little run down but they usually have what you need. I usually just get cigs here or ice cream. They have a good selection of those.

So was drinking off a hangover at small bar one afternoon and ran out of smokes. Strolled over to this place and grabbed two packs of pall mall reds. $ 5.50/pack!!! Most stores charge $ 3.85 to $ 4/​pack. New law lets stores set a minimum of $ 10 for credit card purchases so I decide to get 2 packs cause I didn’t have cash. Rude old man behind counter says I charge you 50 cents to pay with credit card. I said the fuck you are. You are already ripping me on the smokes you better not charge a credit card fee he said I have to charge it to cover my fees, bull shit I said you more than covered your fees by the rip off prices in your store and by the way its ILLEGAL to charge me a fee to pay with a card (yes it is, look it up the CA civil code). I was about to leave and walk across the street to the other market and he said «Fine, I don’t charge you THIS time» Well you old dust farting miserable fuck, you won’t have to worry about next time as I will never be back in your store.

Okay 2 things:
1.How does Summer’s have such a high rating??? So puzzled on this one…
2. How have I not written a review-​my annoyance with this place continues to build every time I come here
Unfortunately, this is the closest corner liquor/​convenience store to my apartment. While it is nice to be able to walk 2 minutes to grab something without having to go to the grocery store, these products are old and dusty.
I’m not kidding! There is a visible layer of dust on every product that they sell. I have seen many expired products as well! I’m not even going to get into the terrible florescent lighting, or the previously described HORRIBLE bell when you enter. I get mad every time I enter the store because of that stupid bell.
I must sound so incredibly bitter, but it’s only because I love my neighborhood, and I think it could do so much better. It’s like an incredibly amazing, brilliant, hot girl dating a doofus. Kind of. I mean my husband bought band aids, and you could totally tell they were old. And of course the box was way dusty.
I have to say though, the funniest moment is when I asked what kind of flavor was «arabic» because there was a pack of gum at the front counter that was labeled as arabic flavor. The owner couldn’t really answer, he just looked at me dead pan, and said «arabic». I bought it out of guilt and curiosity, and it is one of the nastiest things I have ever tasted in my life. And it was old gum. Super duper fail Summer’s.

Close by.
Got what you need.
Reliable.
Nice Ben and Jerry’s selection.
Good spread of liquor.
Not pretty, on the inside or out.

I don’t think I have laughed as hard as I did on Sunday, thanks to the owner of this store. Is he that funny? Not in his mind, but he is a total sucker for a joke and while I don’t normally like Punk’n people, good God, it was too easy and too fun.
As Ruggy notes in his review, the buzzer on this store’s door is obnoxious. I mean OBNOXIOUS! It could kill a small child, deafen a dog and is right up there with nails on a chalkboard! In addition to this awful sound, it refuses to turn off if you are standing in front of it. You know how most stores do a little «ding dong» sound and it’s done with? Well, not this store. This store keeps going and going and going which leads to hours of laughs at his expense.
On Sunday, Ruggy decided to put on his earphones and stand at the free newspaper stand and rock out. I went in first and asked to use the ATM (ya know, create a distraction!) As he was helping me, in came Ruggy and the fun began…
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE­EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE­EEEPPP
«Hey!»
“Hey! Buddy!!”
«Hey! Buddy!!!»
(Rug continues to rock out as he can’t «technically» hear him)
«Ay! Ay! Move the door! Buddy!!!»
I am seriously trying not to lose it and instead just turn around and look at Ruggy and then back at the owner nodding, «Wow, can you believe this guy! Sheesh»
From there the owner charges from behind the counter and guns it over to Ruggy and starts trying to move him from the door.
«Ay! Buddy! Move!»
Ruggy then looks dazed and confused (not a difficult look after a few strong Sunday drinks at the Lei Lounge!) and proceeds to move and the owner comes back to the counter and gives me my money.
From there, I leave and round 2 begins. Our other 2 friends were placed in the store and as they are leaving, one of them stands in the door way saying…
«Wait, where are we meeting?»
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE­EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
«Huh? I can’t hear you? Where?»
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE­EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
«BUDDY???»
Friggin priceless.

It would be overly gracious to call Summer’s a market. It’s not like anyone goes there to get groceries. Likewise it would be a misstatement to call it a convenience store, although it is quite convenient. Summer’s is a liquor store.
Summer’s is like daycare for little Jack Daniels and the Grey Goose. While you are at work, Summer’s gives them a place to hang out until you come to get them on the way home. Summer’s keeps your beer cold for you, so you don’t have to put the cans or bottles in the freezer for a quick chill. Summer’s is where you go to resupply when you are at the bar next door, and all of your friends smoke all of your cigarettes. And Summer’s is the place to go when despite your rational self, you decide to buy MEGA Millions lottery tickets. You know, those times when for no good reason you trade a rectangular green piece of paper with numbers on it for a square piece of white paper with numbers on it. Remember, you could have bought beer.
The people running Summer’s are pretty cool and friendly. They’re not hunkered down behind the counter reading American Rifleman. Maybe they haven’t been held up enough.

I’m pretty sure the owner of this place hates me.
Almost every Sunday, I tie one on at Lei Lounge. I love that place, and since I live about 4 blocks away, I typically walk or ride my bike there. That being said, I feel it’s OK to drink without judgment on the 7^th day if I’m not going to be driving around.
Whenever I head home, I find it necessary to stroll through this liquor store. Not because I need a new package of gum, not because I’m looking for a Mickey’s Big Mouth, not because I’m in the need for teriyaki flavored beef jerky… because it makes me giggle to slightly annoy the clerk.
Not criminal or anything, but when you walk in the door, it has THE MOST obnoxious alarm that goes off. You know, the «ding…dong» sorta thing when you walk into a convenience store. Welllll, at this particular location, they have a magazine rack right in the doorway… and as long as you’re standing there, that alarm sounds and never ceases. Seriously, it’s worse than the Emergency Broadcasting Service tests that stream across the television from time-​to-​time.
I pretty much just stand there, reading those freebie magazines, until he gets mad and tells me to leave. It used to last about 30 seconds, now, his patience is much shorter. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 5 – 8 seconds.
I don’t know why I find so much pleasure doing this. Maybe it reminds me of my adolescence? I’m really not a jerk or anything… but this little activity makes me laugh.
For being such an a-​hole, I’m gonna hook him up with a good review, because it’s actually a quality place to grab some cheap wines and mini-​shots of Jose Cuervo.