Another of these anachronisms from a time when the U Street neighborhood was a simulation of a federal disaster area. Dirty. Filthy. Inch-wide bullet proof plexi glass walls over the counter with shot-size mini bottles of cheap booze lining the shelves and passed through secure bullet proof turnstiles. Unfriendly storekeepers cautiously gazing at anyone entering. Lottery machines at the end of the wall alongside a refrigerated cabinet full of Colt 45 beer. Drunks sleeping outside and forming a gauntlet for the passer-by, who has to step between the prostrated people and folks waiting for the bus. Busiest time Wednesday and Friday afternoons when people line up to buy Powerball tickets. Oh yes… They do have a selection of Chilean wines. Yummy…