Paul W.
Yelp
For whatever reason that escapes me, I found myself heading north on MPK during the daylight hours, when what was that I spied?......an Uncle Lee's not visited?....and so I stopped....in the name of exploration and to add to a list (Uncle Lee), now known as a collection...that I made a few years back.
Hell, I thought that I would grab some kind of new or progressive sassy pants kind of six pack or two and lug it back up into the NW.
I cruised through the front door and found the interior......tight. I proceeded to the beer coolers and found nothing that I had not seen, sampled, or consumed before. My theme music was the "bro" chats being heard or yelled in the background....cool, cool...I get it.
I found a little something, something to justify the stop. Upon check-out..the clear lack of any sort of professional check is what chapped my ass. You want to have a conversation with an employee about this or that? You just roll through the transaction, without making eye contact or saying thank you? Well, ask yourself.....what would Uncle Lee say? Let that be your answer.....