7 Eleven

Do any of you people rating this hole actually live in the neighbourhood? I thought not. Your basic over-​priced American chain with a staff I wouldn’t leave my dog with. My friend in a wheelchair was robbed of the $ 40 he withdrew from their ATM. When I went in the next day & inquired about how we could nail the guy, I was informed the «cameras weren’t working». Err… um, not OK.

Love the hotdogs!!! If you are downtown toronto, don’t go for street meat, grab a burger from a fast food place. Want a hot dog? 711 is the place to go. Although, twizzlers and smarties are not toppings for your hot dog, so don’t bother trying!

Two hot dogs for $ 3. And they come in little cardboard hot dog boxes. Try getting one of those from a street dog seller. You’ll only get muttered under-​the-​breath curses in Azerbaijani.
The real miracle here is the toppings. First, you got your holy trinity of ketchup, yellow mustard, and green relish. But there are some authentic vegetables: black olives, onions, and kraut. The real kicker is the self-​administered chilli and cheese pump. Just load that piggy up, I tell you.
But where to eat? Where to eat? There appeared to be no tables. My pro tip is take them to the Bay Adelaide Centre’s food court. I’m not going to lie to you: these piggies might be a little messy by the time you get to the food court and unpack them. But, it’s still some good eating, regardless. Just load up on some napkins before you leave.

It’s 7-​eleven and they have slurpees. You can’t really expect much more than that. This location looks a little worse for wear than most, but they’re currently fixing up the outside of the building so maybe that will improve things down the road.
I can’t say the staff here are any better or worse than your typical convenience store worker.
Nov. 30-​day challenge ⁴³⁄₃₀

Unadorned, simple, and inexpensive. You pay for what you get at this 7-​Eleven: a cheap product with no frills, delivered to you in a cramped space by unhappy, rushed employees.
I somehow got a hold of a wonderful golden ticket (for one free 828-​ml Slurpee) on this hot, muggy summer’s day, and, as I haven’t lived near a 7-​Eleven since I was six, decided I’d take advantage and refresh myself with the sloppy neon goop, conveniently located a block from my office.
When I arrived, though, I was disappointed. The store was crowded, and the Slurpee station (which was, logically, the store’s busiest part) was jammed between two metal tables. Throw in a few bumbling dawdlers and the situation careened out of control.
I looked for the 828-​ml cup, but none were labelled, so I grabbed the one which most closely approximated the colourful picture on my coupon — a large — and filled it with surprisingly liquid syrup. It took me a solid five minutes to get the lid and the straw, which were against the wall, and could only be accessed through a tiny airspace which was often full of human flesh.
As I mentioned previously, the price was right, and the Slurpee was perfectly fine. I waited in line next to the shiny hot dogs and miscellaneous taquitos, and had my coupon unceremoniously ripped from my hands with an aggressive «NEXT!» from the cashier.
All in all, I think I’ll restrict my high-​fructose corn syrup cravings in the future. This place isn’t awful, and it’s nice to have it right downtown, but it’s really underwhelming when it manages to screw up the provision of its headlining product.

This 7-​Eleven has what we have come to expect of 7-​Elevens — overpriced yet convenient products. Suspicious looking hot dogs that look like they have been rotating in that one spot for days.
This 7-​Eleven is a great place to go if you have a hankering for a chocolate bar, but beyond that, not worth it especially if you can cross the street and go to the pharmacy/​grocery in the basement of The Bay, which has a better selection and is more reasonably priced.
They added a section for healthy food, but it is insanely priced. A small cup of pineapple is $ 4!
There is often a homeless fellow panhandling at the entrance of the store.