7-Eleven

This is my favorite 7 Eleven ever. It’s always clean and this particular location has the best coffee bar!!!
On top of that, the staff is always awesome. I look forward to my morning, mid day, and evening coffee stops because everyone that works there is always so awesome!
Do yourself a favor and stop by this 7 Eleven the next time you’re in the area.

Typical 7-​Eleven convenience store. Their stores are usually clean, well stocked, well lit and overpriced. They pretty much carry every little last minute item or beverage you may need.
Their precooked food at the counter is somewhat ghetto but comes in handy in a pinch if you’re coming home from the clubs. The staff is friendly enough and you’re usually in and out within a couple of minutes.
This location does not have a gas station and plenty of free parking in front.

Good store. I have another review for a different one.

Gret location and extremely friendly staff. Unlike other 7 elevens where they couldn’t give a hoot, they actually smile and try and help you. The clerks ask and are genuine nice about helping you.
It sems to be larger than most 7 elevens, other than the parking everything is perfect

Fishy location with creeps at night.

This is referring to a phone call.
The cashier normally don’t give a damn and watch everyone who walks in there like they are all going to steal from them.
I would expect them to be nice on the phone since the caller can’t be stealing at that time.
I asked about a lost wallet. Gave her the first and last name. She said we don’t have it and hung up… seriously? No «Sorry but we don’t have it, good luck finding it» or even waiting until I said «Thank you for looking» (she hung up right after saying they don’t have it.
Rude Rude Rude

The half-​comatose cashier was really helpful. I couldn’t quite make out the language he was mumbling, though. I have to remember to train my employees to answer every question with only a grunt.
The crazy homeless lady who wouldn’t let me get into my car was a real treat, too. The fact that she actually ran after me ’till I got out off the parking lot was just so thoughtful, too.
Oh well. At least the place is relatively clean and has sufficient lighting.

This is my 7-​eleven stop during the work day. The employess have a lot of crap to put up with every day but they always seem to be helpful and pleasant. They also keep the line moving quickly!

Nachos and Hot Dogs!!! LOL!

These guys are crooks, and have multiple times given me the incorrect change. Along with other friends of mine.

We got free cigarettes here just for stopping to buy toilet paper! SCORE! Thanks Camel ladies!

I LOVE this 7-​Eleven!!! I bypass all other 7-​Elevens on my way to WH because no one compares to this location. It’s always clean, organized and the staff are always friendly and helpful.

I really like this 7 – 11. They have all the junk food I want and they make the iced coffee just like I like it! Yum. Oh, parking sometimes sucks. It’s a small plaza with a bunch of businesses so it can get pretty crazy.

i always get lotto tix&my snapple fix at 7 – 11. but FYI, if you like haagen daz bars like i do, then you should know that 7 – 11 will charge you sooooo much more than your average gas station or ampm will… which i why i stopped getting them here. but everything else seems ok. plus there’s one every other block, so it’s great.

This is my neighborhood 7Eleven… yea its close to the crib but I’m not bias because its location. Honestly they have the best slurpee selection… the store is very clean and the staff is very friendly. I find myself sometimes walking in there to just say what up the fellas that work in there… its all most like a corner store back in the day… because the employees start to remember their regulars. Its nice to have personalization at a store that is really there for all.

I mean come on there is another one right down the street Now that one down the street could take a few pointers form my homies at my location… those guys down the street… their slurpee machine sucks… always outta my flavor… honestly how hard is it to keep Coke Slurpee flavor going!!! Dont get me started on their hot dog selection… the hot dogs are all burnt up and look like they havent been off that rotating grill in like forever. Then the staff looks upset that you came in… shit I know im black and i usually wear a hoodie but I take it off before I come in to the store so you know im not doing anything shaddy… ohhhh and this is what really gets me… the one guy in there never puts my change in my hand… I mean are you serious!!! I have to pick my change off you dirty ass counter?! Ive counted it… like 4 times in a row… I first thought maybe his hand was hurt? Na no broken fingers or nothing… then maybe I thought I wasnt being clear in wanting my change in my hand… that crap really pissed me off… he doesnt wanna put change in my hand and honestly my hand is probably cleaner than his… Im not touching dirty money all day… anyway dont go to that 7Eleven…
Go to the one off of Curson and Santa Monica

Dear 7-​Eleven,
I want to thank you for keeping my secrets, and never judging me.
You never ask me, «What the #$%& is wrong with you?» when I cover a plate of tortilla chips with enough cheese to sink a soap opera, and enough onions and peppers to make the cast cry with heartache. You just ask me how I’m doing, and tell me it’s nice to see me again.
At 3 o’clock in the morning.
And you never tell me to beat it or scram when I read your magazines as though your next-​to-​the-​window rack were a library, waiting for my appointment with Dr. Makovoz upstairs.
Yes, I have another cold, and thanks for not saying anything when I help myself to the napkins you stash next to the coffee pots, to use as if they’re Kleenex.
Just, «bless you, kid,» in a Middle-​Eastern, Asian, or that-​White-​guy-​who-​works-​graveyard accent.
Thanks.
You’re always open, always there for me, and there’s never a line — except for once in a while when someone argues about the prices (it’s 7-#$%^ing-Eleven!) or pays solely in coins, and is talking on his cell phone at the same time that he’s counting out eight quarters, four dimes, four nickels, and nine pennies to buy that Red Bull…
I both love it and hate it (because I wait longer) the way you break it to him that there’s tax and CRV, and he fumbles in his pants for some more pennies, and finally has to put the iPhone away and look at you face to face, like the beautiful human being you are.
No, scratch that. I just love it.
You’re such a good friend, and that’s why I know you’ll understand why I gave you four, instead of five stars. No, it’s not that you won’t hammer me with harder alcohol…
Sometimes, 7-​Eleven baby, your hot dogs and taquitos aren’t the freshest. Don’t look at me like that, I know they aren’t. I know you’ve kept them under the heat-​lamp for hours, and hours… and hours…
And I still buy them. I’m kinky.
Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell, if you won’t.
So it’s a deal, then?
Shake on it.
We’re sooo sleazy.
I love you,
Kai