Nick’s Party Store

When Nick’s sign says «Party Store,» you better damn well believe that they are not fucking around about the word «Party.» Inside you will find four things: liquor, candy, maybe some paper plates and lots of empty shelves. Are you excited yet?
And it’s not just any liquor my friends, you get a virtual cornucopia of shitty malt liquor, ultra high alcohol content energy drinks, on-​the-​go-​wine bottles and cases upon cases of whatever crappy normal beer you can desire.
As mentioned in my immediately preceding review, my traveling group was in town because of a funeral so naturally we were all dressed nicely. The three older gents manning the store mercilessly hit on the two girls in our party in such a way where they had to have known it was going to be a punch line later on, fueling miles of laughter in the car later on. It was so, i don’t know, just sort of unbelievable that it didn’t seem like harassment at all. Then on top of that I had a legit conversation with the check out guy (who I can only hope is THE Nick) about the shitty stuff I threw down on the counter.
This place is certifiably creepy and I loved it. Long live seedy Michigan liquor stores that will not only sell you your Joose and your Camo 40s, but also ship you off with a lot of love.