7-Eleven

WORST 7-​Eleven ever! Very rude staff. I pulled into a parking spot dedicated to 7-​Eleven while the staff person was standing at the door staring at my friend and I. While I was walking towards Ross to get an item, I told my friend to run into 7 – 11 to get me a drink. The employee yelled at me saying I was the driver of the car and only I could make a purchase at 7 – 11, not my friend (completely non sense) so my friend and I swapped (it was very ridiculous)! While my friend was now walking towards Ross and by the time I got to the entrance of 7 – 11 I told the very rude employee I was not going to buy anything from him so we just got back into our car and left. All other designated spots for 7 – 11 were available. No surprise why the reviews for this place are so bad!

Very good clean, efficient service.

Compared to other locations, this 7E is decent for a quick stop to pick up a drink/​snack or whatnot. The staff is actually pretty friendly and I don’t feel, how should I put it… intimidated by the other customers. The parking lot can be difficult to navigate if it’s busy — the spaces seem even teenier than most cracker jack sized parking spots.
Not sure if this necessarily adds to the experience, but I think the nicest and most polite homeless people I’ve seen hanging outside of a 7E are the ones here. yeah, I said it.

This is a small 7-​Eleven. Small selection of items from your usual 7-​Eleven places. I was thirsty driving through this Hollywood traffic and decided to pull into this place. Perhaps it was the time of night that I was able to find parking right in front of this place. Seems a bit shady with a security guard sitting at the magazine rack. Seems like there are unsavory characters coming in here if they have to have a security guard present at all times because those same unsavory characters roam around outside. There are homeless but those aren’t the unsavory ones I’m talking about.
I’d rather drive around some more. Even some of the patrons in here are a bit weird like I just walked into a place to get munchies. «zig-​zags please», a girl asked the clerk. Nice, where’s that party going to be? Can I come with… oh well, onward in my traffic blues on a Friday night.