A few boxes of mainstream American beer, single serve bottles of wine, and all the usual junk you find in a gas station- but no gas pumps. Calling this place a liquor store is a joke, and it gets the name beer store mostly by accident. What a waste of a trip.

Horrible, the cook/cashier admitted she was filling in for the owners. She didnt know that fried catfish needed a batter.

It smells