They have a wide Variety of liquor, wine and beer. Unfortunately, they have a small single selection, mostly local. They do not allow breaking six packs, so to get something new requires $$$$ while risking a bad beer. I had hoped to fill out some of my west coast states and international country samplings, while on a short trip to Denver.
Fair prices with a varied selection of sixers, bombers and a welcome mix-6 pack shelf. The selection isnít up to Binnyís but is quite good for Denver and I found it more interesting than Mondoís. Service was good, their webshop isnít up to date so many things that online were in stock had been sold out for months but the staff were friendly and I love the very late opening hours which made it easy for me to pop in after a busy day of drinking/sightseeing. A stop that is well worth visiting if near the Capitol building and museums on Colfax.
What I like about this place is that they had a good selection of malt liquor and lots of rare bottles, serving both the homeless and the beer jerk community w/ equal aplomb. I like this non-judgemental approach to selling booze and wish more liquor stores w/ a higher end selection would emulate. As an out of towner, I thought the selection here was great. Lots of local stuff and allotment limits on a lot of the harder to get stuff which might not work for you if you are trying to pile up beers to trade or whatever but is fine by me because I just want to get a bottle of beer to drink. My only complaint is they donít have a mix six pack section, though some of their twelve ounce bottles are sold as singles. The service was quite helpful and it has a bathroom for customers which is always nice if you are making a stop while traveling.
Stopped in on our way from Denver airport to Fort Collins for the tickfest/Nielswedding. A very large beer selection (two new malt liquors); a great selection of colorado stuff (two different AC Golden beers I was looking for). Also a decent selection of imports. I was with Frank and he spotted one of the AC Goldens in my buggy and asked me about it, but it was the last on the shelf. I asked a guy working there if they had any more and he stopped stocking the shelves to go look for me. He checked multiple places and finally found more and brought it out which was nice. The only thing that irked me was that you couldnít do mix six packs of your choosing. Not sure if thatís a state law or what. But they did offer pre mixed six packs of Colorado beers so I got one of those because four of the six were new ticks. Definitely worth a stop if youíre in the area.
Big liquor store with a lot of great beer. Service is crappy. Prices are average. They get the rare stuff and it seems to hang around a bit longer. Ask if you donít see something - they like to hide things.
Nice store in an interesting area. Visited after stopping at the Cheeky Monk. Nice selection and decent prices, but nothing to get very excited about. Of course my timing (as usual) was probably bad. Think it worth a stop if in the area.
Whoever their manager was on halloween night was a total douchebag. I came in in costume (because it was halloween) and within seconds of me coming in he descended on me to inform me that I had to leave as they had a no shirt no service policy and most of my torso was exposed because of my costume. I assumed policies like these were in place to keep out vagrants, but whatever. It seemed to me he was just itching to exercise whatever tiny shred of power he had, stemming from, I theorize, something else tiny in his life. I said something to the effect of "come on dude, really? Itís halloween. Itís a costume." He was adamant about the policy, which whatever, some peoplesí minds canít function outside a set of rules, and I even said to the girl I was with before I came in, something to the effect of "if thereís a rule nazi in there who says I canít be in there because of my costume, youíre gonna have to go in." So, having already considered this possibility, I calmly say something to the effect of "whatever, you [email protected] nazi," and walk away without another word. Or try to walk away. Rulenazi McNeverbeenlaidís microscopic ego (again, stemming from other microscopic issues) was so deeply wounded by these four words that he, in a fit of high school principal-like rage and indignation starts yelling at me to "get back here," presumably so he could scold me? Teach me a lesson? Iím not really sure by what right or for what purpose he so desperately wanted me to come back after telling me I would not be allowed to spend my money there. Anyway, I respond with a well-deserved over the shoulder middle finger and an equally well-deserved "[email protected] you @sshole." Assuming the situation to be over, I fall back on plan B, which is to have my companion go in and spend my money at this store. Had it not been so late and we were running out of options for alcohol, I would have voted with my dollars on the spot and never set foot in the place again after that childish confrontation. Anyway, the situation was apparently NOT over because the 50-year old virgin then pursues me INTO THE PARKING LOT WITH A POLICE OFFICER yelling like a [email protected] maniac "That guy! him right there! Heís permanently 86íed! Nobody with him is allowed in here!" So the cop, doing his job at the request of this douchefairy, explains that I have to leave and Iím like "uh, duh, Iím getting in the car right now. I donít understand why this toolbox is having such a meltdown over here," to which the cop shrugs his shoulders. Anyway, I ended up going to Paulís Liquors just a few blocks east with no issue whatsoever because the managers there do not have sociopathic [email protected] syndrome, and I suggest you spend your money there, or anywhere that doesnít employ that [email protected], as well!