Wons Liquor & Market

Prices to high. Some of the dudes that work there are jerks. Paul and his son are cool though.

this place sucks. it’s so expensive, the pricing is NEVER consistent, and they add a fee for using a card (whether you run credit or debit), even if you’re spending like $ 50.
I live down the street from this place, and I avoid it like the plague.

My first visit and I am NEVER going back again. They’re prices are high, so when I got my price for a 12 pack of beer I told them to cancel my purchase. I left thinking it had been done, only to see a few days later a charge. I called, they took my info and called me back saying I was right, I was told I could show up daily to get my refund between noon and 3 pm. The day I did show up between those hours the owner (Paul) wasn’t there and the cashier refused to call him or help me. I will not go back to this place 1) for charging me without any purchase, 2) making it my responsibility to come and get the refund, 3) for their lack of customer service. Shop at your own risk, make sure you get a receipt and then check your bank statements to confirm the accurate charge…

This unassuming little place sits on a dim corner of Frogtown. Its brown stucco façade blends into the dirty sidewalk, it’s shady door beckons you in.
It feels a bit like a garage sale inside. Quiet shelves form casual isles filled with goods that reflect the communities tastes and needs. Wander around and you will find surprises.
There is a spice display with hanging bags of dried hibiscus; a couple of types of dried chilis; pico de gallo; dried ground spices; and plenty of other odd looking shriveled things that if you recognize, you certainly must know what to do with.
Of course there are all the practical things a self respecting person needs as well. Dish soap; Abuelita’s chocolate rounds; cereal; a decent selection of beer; and of course a big jar of nopalitos for those morning omeletes.
The beer being the most important of course. In fact recently after a band rehearsal at Satellite studios, we walked the 1 ½ blocks over to Wons for refreshments. Chips, candy, and beer; everything a band needs for energy (sans hamburgers that is).
The neighborhood is a little shady, and that’s not just my opinion. After wandering around and collecting a potpourri of items to take home and ponder (I passed on the little pull string exploding confetti bomb bottles — am I crazy) I somehow found the cash register. At first I didn’t notice it because it’s kind of hidden.
But it’s right there, on the south side of the store, behind a long, towering wall of clear bulletproof cubes which guard your very friendly proprietor, the cash register, phone cards, fake zippo lighters, and the holy grail, that is to say, all the liquor and wine.
I felt like the explorer who found the caveman frozen into a block of ice.
Oddly enough, even though the neighborhood looks desolate, people appear out of nowhere and the line can get two or three people deep. This is a very strange phenomenon leading to the question «Who are these people?»
But if you’re in the hood, I urge you to support this little local business. If you go after dark, you might want to bring the can of mace.