REHEATED TAKE: THE PERPETUAL HANGOVER OF THE BARTELL’S ON JACKSON

Happy New Year! I sincerely hope you aren’t waking up with a brutal hangover in a room that smells like spilled beer—but if you are, look around. You might have woken up in a drug store. –Pete

THE PERPETUAL HANGOVER OF THE BARTELL’S ON JACKSON

The racks of energy drink powders next to the assorted packets of nuts next to the many varying brands of jerky form one link in a very small maze. The “line starts here” sign means to guide people, in an orderly fashion, to the next available register. It doesn’t work. Or, it doesn’t always work, as one or more shopper remember that they’ve forgotten an item and bolt backwards through the line to grab another case of Red Bull or some such thing.

It’s always Red Bull, never bread.

This is the closest store to my apartment, and as such, it frequently serves as a stopgap between “real” grocery shopping, which I do either at Kress IGA downtown or Uwajimaya. But if I say, am out of cold cereal, or orange juice, or cheese to make my beloved quesadillas, I’ll go down to Bartell’s. Not having a hot food counter, it by definition does not have all the components necessary to make a great convenience store.

It does, however, have a hangover.