WOW! I have never in my life experienced a place like the Beer Barn! I mean, let me be a little bit of a Manhattan snob here, but I am definitely very spoiled with wine and liqueur shops in the city. This place was disgraceful, even by South Florida standards.
There is a bar adjacent to the shop, and I signed a pact with myself engraved with my own blood, that I would never enter that god-forsaken place as soon as I saw it. It seems to be full of drunk rednecks. I had never seen so many wasted John Deer-wearing trailer-trash rednecks, EVER, in one place. And they were LOUUUUD and there was absolutely nothing remotely intelligent coming out of their mouths.
I timidly entered the shop, looking for:
Rémy Martin cognac
Johnnie Walker Black Label scotch
Veuve Clicquot champagne
They had none of these. The lady at the cash machine ignorantly lead me to other bottles of Hine Rare. Seriously?! Lady, I'm ready to give you $200 for a bottle of cognac. Why would you lead me to a $35 bottle?
Scotch... don't even get me started. I ended up leaving and driving to Coral Gabbles near my parents' house (snowbirds) to find a decent liqueur store.
Needless to say, I had the intense, overwhelming feeling like I needed a shower when I exited the Beer Barn.
I needed to pick up some beer on the way home from work one day and saw the BEER BARN. Â
When I think of a barn, I envision a large, spacious, wooden structure where Kevin Bacon and his friends get Footlose. Â Naturally a Beer Barn should be a similarly large structure with a plethora of brews to choose from - dancing on hay bales optional. Â
Anyway the Beer Barn is neither a place to have a high school prom or a place that features beer. Â Sure, they do sell beer here - but you have a better selection at your local BP station. Â I asked the lady if they sell any dark beers and she said they didn't really have a demand for it. Â Judging by the selection they DO have demand for some crappy stuff.
The Beer Barn is really a super shady lounge on one side and a tiny liquor store on the other. Â One dude screamed "It's drinking time" as soon as he walked in. Â He also volunteered that he and his wife just dropped the baby off and were going to get "passed out F*$ked up". Â Say classy Davie....stay classy....
I guess if you are in a pinch you can pick up some booze here, but don't expect to find much selection.