Sun Liquor

I called to ask if they had a certain hard to find liquor in stock. The woman who answered the phone paused for less than a split second and said, «hmmmm yes, one bottle left.»
I called her bluff and asked her how much the bottle cost. She snapped, «you just have to come in. I don’t have time to look.»
I laughed and told her I’d go elsewhere.
Lady should either improve her customer service skills or her acting skills. Either one would be fine with me.

The guy there is not just «not» friendly, he’s unfriendly. The store is small, the selection is limited, and the prices aren’t good. I will not purchase my spirits here again – there’s a Twin Liquor up the street at the HEB shopping center.

Back in the day when I was in the Army, a fellow medic regaled me with his stories of being stationed in Korea. He would drink something called Soju until he would fall down in the street and urinate on himself.
That sounds like fun, I thought. Where can I get this magic elixir? Not in Lawton, Oklahoma where I was forced to live by Uncle Sam for 2 years. Darn. I had to be content with my Crazy Horse Malt Likka.
Now I’ve found a fountain of that Korean stumble juice! It’s at Sun Liquor. AND it’s on my favorite street in the world!
They have different flavors and varying degrees of quality, but they are all an acquired taste. Kind of like amped-​up sake. It WILL get you saucy and speaking in slurred half-​sentences. Depending on your intake and tolerance, you might pass out and soak your drawers.
Not only do they have Soju, they have a decent selection of sake and other Asian specialties. And of course your normal booze selections and an average beer cooler.
The service is usually friendly. Smiling Korean women that always help me if I have trouble deciding how to destroy my liver that day.
Sun Liquor always makes me think of that soldier friend of mine. I can’t remember his name for the life of me, but I remember his Soju Chronicles like I was there with him, babysitting his drunk ass.
Probably because he did the same shit when we drank in Oklahoma.