Shell — Restaurant in Lake Orion

There's a remarkable amount of Michigan craft beers here. I stopped for a refreshment, thinking I would get my standard value can, 24oz of Molson XXX, perhaps they had a deal like other gas stations and bodegas, 3 for $5 or 2 for $3, alas, there was more awaiting me than I realized as I began what was not, a quick stop.

The glass fridge on the far right, on the right, by the front of the store, but inline with the perimeter of coolers that ended in the middle of the store, one of the two cash registered, adorned with a plethora of liquor, quite like the majority of other petrol station in the mighty mitten.

A glance to the left I noticed a row of holders suction cupped inside mid way up the door where the cold nestled them so. Three cans arranged irrationally like forgotten ales of an older, more delapidated time of business. Upon inspection, two of the three vessels wore the same badge of being a beverage with alcoholic bite. The mini dialogue played through my head as I read and proceeded to take one, being adventurous with this surprising brew, but there stuck like a thorn in a tigers paw was the catch, $2.99 for 12oz. Nay, I could get 36 more ounces for the same price, but what of the ABV? 9! 9%! But if this, was there more?

Further to the left, a door! A door that didn't shut complete, beaten and battered, holding by a fine tether of and old and worn leather. Hinges with the faintest squeal as I pulled the handle towards me and stepped bravely with my head up high into the climate controlled locker.

What happened next can only been seen to come a fraction of justice it's bounty. Cans upon cans lay bundled on shelves aching to be bought, but before, one must read and relish the flood of opportunity in the potential of sheer wastetivitity that could flood my brain and being.

After many of cans were turned, short stories of birth and care digested I swore to return for more as soon as possible, for the night burned on without inhiberation in which was the original quests goal.

Not being able to settle on only one, broken heart on the horizon if the wrong choice were to be made, but which, which I ask, I plea, I ponder, which would grace the touch of my lips, the cradle of my gullet, the flow through my veins, the numbing of my brain?

Twas the first, I must confess, that sweet, sweet can that initiated this discovery would be my prize. As I grabbed the single can, a single tear would start to swell, but I must'nt be weak before the brood, for they all would soon be a part of me, in the creation and loss of memories yet to be...

I come here everyday after work to grab my wife and I a drink but today (Wednesday, Sep 17th 7:10 pm) this new young girl you guys hired is very rude tossing my change in my hand and tossing my items in the bag not setting them down like every other person who works here does. Sitting down on a box on her phone, very quiet and seems to be on something. Very unacceptable will not be coming in if I see her/ continues to have that...

The team has gone above and beyond to help me out recently and I couldn't be more grateful. A while back one of the employees was rude, the manager listened and addressed my concerns. I haven't had an issue since and enjoy a quick casual conversation when time permits. I don't write a whole lot of reviews and usually its from a bad experience so I wanted to be sure and post how helpful...