The Red Bottle is a dingy little bottle shop on Pitt street… and dingy is how I like ‘em. I want to buy my liquor from a seedy looking place, with a seedy looking assistant, so I can feel more badass. Where’s the fun in buying alcohol from a sophisticated, classy looking store, when we all know you’re just going to get trashed later? The assistant isn’t actually that seedy, he’s actually quite nice, even if he’s not the most well-groomed. It’ll do. I would’ve liked him in an eye patch, a stained shirt, and chewing tobacco, but you take what you can get. The prices are modest, and the alcohol is good, even if their selection isn’t quite as varied as I might like.