7-Eleven

Without going into detail, I’d choose a slurpee over Molly Moon any day. That thing is the king of thirst quenching with the exception of water.

Doesn’t matter how often you go, they will never remember you and if it’s amateur hour outside that you’re trying to avoid, they’ll treat you just as horribly as everyone else that’s ruining their lives. Yelling at potential, let alone long time, customers is not right.
The general horrible attitude most of the employees hold towards everyone they interact with is incentive enough to trek to Trader Joe’s and pay less for something that isn’t made out of garbage.

I love this 7 – 11. It’s half a block from my apartment and I don’t know what the other reviewers are talking about — I periodically get friendly conversation out of most of the employees! Admittedly less so if it’s six in the morning or something, but who the hell wants to be chipper at 6 am? Not someone who’s been there since midnight, I’m sure!
They always have what I want in stock, and I’ve eaten their questionable hotcase food more than once while having weird late-​night cravings after the Safeway on E John is closed.

I checked out this place because it has the lowest gas prices in the area. However, this is actually a really bad thing since they also have a ridiculously small parking lot for a gas station. It just doesn’t easily accommodate the many people driving in for cheap gas and Slurpees.

Not only do they consistently have stocking issues with their inventory, BUT wow, the employees here are angry with the world. Don’t expect any short, friendly conversation. The guy literally looked at me like I he had never met anyone polite.
Pay for your slurpee and be on your way :)

I usually show up here on a regular basis if there’s any junk food I need to get, make cash withdrawals, etc. 7 eleven is good for that.
The employees for the most part seem to be pretty relaxed. No, not friendly. Just relaxed. They simply do their job. Yay.
This location usually has what I’m looking for. I just wish they’d monitor the bums that pan handle outside of here.

Your slurpees are delicious, duh. But your parking lot? Is it even up to code? Can you even put gas tanks so close to a parking spot? Its ridiculous.
If you park here, better pray someone doesnt pull up behind you to pump gas or you will be stuck in your car, drinking your slurpee and eating cheetos for as long as it takes them to finish.

What complete and total shiesters… a complete rip off. watch your money when you are the slightest bit tipsy in this place!

7 – 11 equivalent to Newark Airport; not even kidding. Tonight was the last straw and I’m flippin’ Unilocaling it.
So I’m craving some late night carbs and walk in, check out the bakery case and there is one sad panda muffin staring at me. Problem is, I have NO clue what kind of muffin. It looks pumpkinish but come ON if I’m going to spend 1.59 on a 7-​Eleven muffin, it better be damn good. Instead of picking it up and smelling it, I made the mistake of *gasp* asking:
Me: «Pardon me, do you happen to know what kind of muffin this is?»
Man behind counter one: «It’s a muffin.»
Me turning to man behind counter two: «Do you happen to know what kind of muffin this is?»
Man behind counter two: «It’s a MUFFIN.»
Me: «Ok, thank you.»
Me turning to third man behind the counter: «Would you know what kind of muffin this is?»
Man three behind counter: «I DON’T WORK HERE!!!»
Me: «Ok, thank you.»
If this were an isolated incident, I would’ve just assumed these men were having a bad day or malestrating (as in, man PMS). But for some bizarre reason every time I go in here, the employees are consistently rude. I’d rather walk an extra few blocks to the 7 – 11 on Denny and 15^th, where the guy is always really nice.
EF YOU, BIGGEST P.O.S 7-​ELEVEN EVER!!!

Unexpected and slightly anachronistic near the pinnacle of hip Capitol Hill, across from the organic Madison Market and a bar aptly named «The Men’s Room», this suburban delight is a breath of fresh air, because unlike in lesser environs, there isn’t one on every frigging block!
There’s the requisite Slurpy machine, the hot dogs that seem to have been roasting since Job was kicking around, plus pizzas that look kinda tasty. Plus, it has gas pumps (no diesel).