I stopped by this location to pick up a case of wine; yeah I'm a serious wino...and I've pretty much drank everything under the sun. Shopping at Woodman's is like traversing the demilitarized zone of a recently liberated Dystopian society; barebones décor littered with every type of alcohol looking as if it had just been dropped off in boxes by the new capitalist regime. However, the old government still exists in a complex hierarchy of communism and lord of the flies customer service. Sometimes you find the quarter master in Catch-22 who is more knowledgeable of the system he survived and can point you with divine accuracy to the exact product your heart desires, other times you wait in an endless line that seems as though it is merely a line for another line...I want to check out...I want to find my way out of here...and I don't know why there are no exits...even though I swear the exit was around this corner just a minute ago...