What the whaaaaaaaaaat?! Another place I shamefully avoided, probably because I was sketched out by it, but one day I just went for it. Parking lot is bigger than it looks to passers-by. Inside, holy shit. It's like a craft beer store had a threesome with a bodega and a wine shop. Good selection even though the random people walking through will just purchase, as the previous reviews mentioned, disgustingly delicious staples of the '90s (funyuns, combos, bugles) and 40s.
It's both super creepy and not creepy at all. They take all credit cards. There's a guy who was just standing there helping people pick out wine while a long line of people waited for scratch-off tickets. I mean...it's a hybrid store of the very best kind.