7-Eleven

This place definitely comes in handy when you want to grab a few things to eat before you hit the beach. It’s also convenient when your in launderland washing clothes. Sometimes people like to hang out outside after 7 but that never lasts long with SFPD patrolling about.

Love this store, has everything that I need. Also, it’s convenient from where I live; some employees are friendly. Also it has a parking space for people to park then grab what they need, now they have the 7 – 11 app is more convenient to earn rewards and get it on a low price after all. Open 24hours for any last minute u need.

The Doritos loaded triangles* are now available exclusively at 7 – 11, there’s four of them in a box. One of the most delicious hot snacks I’ve had. I am so craving for another box of these delicious triangles as I write this review. I noticed an aisle for fruits and vegetables — convenience indeed. The service here is good and staff member behind the counter is friendly.
*Nacho Cheese is the current flavor for the Doritos Loaded Triangles
Downside:
I did notice a few sketchy characters here and this area leaned a little toward the quiet side. Still, just be careful whether you come here during the day or night.
— A parking lot is available which is an added convenience
— In need of quick snack and a light refreshing beverage? 7 – 11 is here for you
— It is close to Ocean Beach, definitely a store visit before or after a walk along the sandy beach
— Good first experience here so I’ll be back

This 7-​eleven while it is alright considering that it is a 7-​eleven is not one of best in the city. The food here always looks like it should have been changed out 2 hours ago but they will be more than happy to sell it to you anyway. the coffee spot is always messy and when walking in I always feel like I’m walking into the movie Waiting.

This 7 – 11 is the end of the world. There’s a constant gathering of shady characters sitting on a concrete block right at the entrance, and a few wandering the small parking lot. They won’t bother you if you hold your head high and walk with purpose.
But in the Outer Sunset options are limited, especially late at night. This 7 – 11 will be there for you when you need her, in all her seediness.
I’ve never been able to find club soda here.

I don’t think this place is that bad. I have been to worse 7/​11s and this one ain’t that bad. I mean, yes, there are a lot of homeless people hanging around outside, but I have seen many cops come by here to buy items, so its not entirely unsafe. I used to come here a lot when I lived in the area. I know most of the employees here, and their not as rude as people say — besides, what do you expect? Friendly service at a chain convenience store? I came here to buy their iced coffee drinks and their slurpees, among other things. I would like to come here more often but I don’t live here anymore, so it’s a distance. If you don’t like coming here, then support the corner store across the street run by a friendly family — which basically sells the same things.

Omg 49cent slurpee May24-may-27!!!it should always be like that. I love a good slurpee. This 7 – 11 is just like all the others, I love 7 – 11!

There’s a fresh produce section! Individually wrapped cauliflower and ginger root. You know, for when you get that late night craving for steamed veg.
They also carry a variety of Mexican chips, Newman’s snacks, and Pop Chips :)

All the shitty reviews can’t be wrong. This place is a serious dive, even for ⁷⁄₁₁ standards. Usually has a small crowd of shady looking teenagers on the corner and never without some piles of dog crap and several drunken and/​or strung out homeless people to thoroughly give you the creeps as you enter and exit.
But don’t worry, the charm is not limited to the parking lot! The inside is pretty much your average ⁷⁄₁₁ (a bit grungier than most but very few are all that clean). The workers just plain hate their jobs, couldn’t care less about the customer I’ve been in their I have had to either wait in a long line because someone is stocking sodas or something when everyone is trying to pay, or I’ve just stood at the counter waiting for the worker that is standing three feet away to finally aknowledge my existence). But at least they’re cheap, right? WRONG. I hate Safeway because it is overpriced but damn, this place really manages to put them to shame in that department. Pretty much everything is 3 – 4 times the going rate.
The only purpose this store serves is (and this is only true because I live one block away) for those times when it is too late at night to go to the little market on 48^th Ave. and I’m too lazy to go to the other side of the park (literally, Safeway is directly across GG park from them– I really don’t like Safeway, and this one is far from my favorite, but I will go there before this ⁷⁄₁₁ any chance I get).
As an Outer Sunset resident, I really wish this ⁷⁄₁₁ was not in my neighborhood. When I first moved here I thought it would be convenient but with the skeazy people it attracts, the overall shabbiness of that whole corner, and the stupid prices… it really is a stain on this neighborhood. Tell anyone that knows the area just a little that you live at 47^th and Judah and you get three responses: 1. «Wow, that’s really out there!» 2. «Right on the N line, that’s cool– and there’s some neat stuff out there.» And 3. «A pretty safe a quiet neighborhood, but it gets kinda sketchy around 46^th… right by that ⁷⁄₁₁.»

This place is good for the munchies. It’s nothing special, of course, being ⁷⁄₁₁. The asian employees are miserable and will yell at you. There will be someone outside wanting your spare change, even if you look haggard yourself. The parking lot is small as hell and often chaotic. But it’s cheap-​ish. And they have nasty/​yummy nachos and slurpees. :)

If you expect the 7 – 11 employees to provide you with small talk and good service, seek therapy.
This little place has saved my life on a few occasions in my six month tenure as an Outer Sunset resident, and it would be remiss of me not to mention them in my exhaustive chronicles of giving all of my data to Unilocal /​reviewing every place I’ve ever eaten for 6 years.
When it’s 2am and you’re dragging yourself off the N-​Owl into the fog, the 7 – 11 is there for you and will not judge. Trans fats cure hangovers, I’m sure of it.
And, they sell my favorite flavor of Perrier. That’s very, very important.

Bank machine when you need it
And items you may run out of and need…
But 711 being the creepy place that it is just by its nature I would rather go just down the street to YOUR MARKET at 48^th Ave and Kirkham which is local and the owners are sweet and they stock more and much better things

I will always have a special place in my heart for 7-​Elevens. This one is the usual — good variety of snacks, energy drinks, and grumpy/​inattentive workers. I don’t care though, I always get my red bull fix here!

This 7-​Eleven is doing its best to stand out among other 7-​Elevens. Not only is the customer service horrible, but the employees make it clear that they hate their jobs. There is usually an unsavory crowd in the evenings who will holler at you, as you enter and exit. If there is a long line at the register, you can bet one of the employees is enjoying a smoke break. Everything meets the truck-​stop definition of «clean» and the prices are higher than Safeway (a 5 minute drive north).
The things that this 7-​Eleven has in its favor is that it’s open a lot, there is a parking lot for customers who drive and bus stops for the N Judah for those who is next to don’t, and it is entirely staffed by zombies, which is pretty cool.
If you’re up for some entertainment, there is a dog who stops by the corner many mornings between 8 and 8:30 and deposits a nugget of love on the corner.

I came into this 7-​Eleven, and I went straight to the slurpee machine. Well, what can I fucking say? I LOVE slurpees with a passion! However, I was so disappointed when I came to this 7-​Eleven for a slurpee. The slurpee barely had any taste, and it tasted kind of sour. What the fucking hell? I was so surprised, cause’ NO slurpee would taste like that, I mean, seriously!
+1 star for the service, the service wasn’t too bad.

This is a sketchy place at best. They used to filled up with crack dealers at night before the police threatened to shut the place down because it was attracting people on crack who couldn’t sleep at night.
The parking lot is shaped kind of funny on a slant so it’s a little difficult to get in and out of, but not impossible.
This 7 – 11 attracts the weird people from the outer Sunset though. The people are pretty laid back out here, but there are a few nuts and you see more of them at the 7 – 11. Once I was in there and a guy started up a conversation with me about how bread should never be eaten fresh as it will make your stomach swell up. Another time Jesus was complaining that he shouldn’t have to pay for his food because he had died for their sins (Why didn’t I ever think up that line). It’s an entertaining place to visit, but beware of their overpriced booze behind the counter. I’ve paid less at a hotel in Vegas than what they charge here.
I like the liquor store across the street because they’re friendlier and also have a deli with piroshkis which I love.

I have lived 3 blocks from this 7 – 11 my entire life and have grown to love it. From shoulder tapping sketchy looking dudes to help buy me adult beverages at a younger then optimal age, to midday confused munchies, to late night drunken crawls in need for hotdogs and WWF magazines… this particular 7 – 11 does it for me.
Just got a sweet Randy Orton Big Gulp cup there… so sick.
Any actual SF locals remember when Robert the homeless guy used to hang around there? He was so cool and nice. I remember him helping us out when we were younger… and when I finally was able to, I bought him a 40. He was thrilled and said to us «For me?! Never before!»
Where did you go, man? Hope all is well.

Its moderately close to home. I come here when I want a slurpee & we all know how awesome slurpees are. I like their hotdogs too. :) I’m a little skeptical about the chili and cheese machine… So I’m going to stop using it.
The biggest reason that this place gets a 5 star review? A homeless man named Because. He was hilarious and kept my friends and I entertained while we waited for the bus. He even gave us pennies because he only carries silver! :)

Since the zombie apocalypse, most worldly possessions people lusted after have ceased to hold any value. In a world filled with flesh-​eating undead, the remaining survivors scrounge for basic survival essentials — ammo, liquor and 7-​Eleven nachos. You and a group of fellow survivors have banded together and fortified a house in Ocean Beach, near one of the last remaining 7-​Elevens. Although nightly nacho runs from the house to the 7-​Eleven are inherently dangerous, if you move quickly and quietly, you can generally get in, stock up your nachos with cheese, onions, salsa, jalapeños and chili, and make it back to the safe house with little trouble, asides from the occasional stray zombie.
This is not your standard nacho run though. The previous night, the back up generator that had been powering the Nacho Machine had died. «We ain’t fixxun this unn,» Scab, the young mechanic you had rescued from the clutches of a zombie at Gestalt in the Mission tells you. He had only been in the city for six days before the infection began spreading across the country, having driven from Montana in search of a new life. He’s become like a little brother to you. You almost ask him if he’s sure that it’s broken for good, but you know if Scab says it’s so, it’s so. You all know what must be done.
You gear up. «Just like every other nacho run», you try to tell yourself. But you know that it’s not. Because this time, you are taking the entire goddamn Nacho Machine.
You, Scab, and ButterCup, an Italian strong-​man you had met while working together on the night shift at the docks, creep from the safe house, making your way towards 7-​Eleven. You enter, and exit with the Nacho Machine in tow — delicately balanced on the seat of a child’s tricycle — without a hitch. You are running point, glancing down the sight of your M4 carbine, a vicious zombie shedding assault rifle which you had picked up at a trading post in Daly City, in exchange for five bottles of whiskey and three fully loaded to-​go nacho boxes.
One block to go. No signs of the infected. You lower your weapon and breath out a slight sigh of relief. Your breath floats gently up the frigid night air. You watch it escape from this world, swimming up high towards an almost full moon, and you feel… somewhat…human. You bite down on your lip, trying to push back memories of your family, your old life, before Hell itself blanketed the world…
Your walking talkie suddenly lights up. «SCHHSCH! Where are you?» You turn the volume down, cursing. «A block away!» you hiss back as silently as you can.
«We just heard a car alarm go off. Get your fucking ass back here!» Your fellow survivors, tucked away in the safe house, are worried, as they should be. As you all know, loud noises attract the horde, massive groups of zombies bent on devouring any flesh they can bite at. You, Scab and ButterCup pick up the pace.
And, like a bad dream you want to wake up from, a surreal moment that fuzzes the line of real and dreamt up, you watch, as hordes of once-​people, living monsters, emerge from depths of Golden Gate park, headed towards you.
«MOVE!» you scream. Out in the open you would never survive. You must make it back to the safe house. «COMMON!» you roar.
You have the head start and are closer to the door. A horde of zombies bleeds through the trees in the park, pouring into the street. You glance back and see Scab and ButterCup still pushing the Nacho Machine. «Leave it!» you scream, firing your first rounds into the horde as they have directed their attention to your group. «Fucking leave it!,» you shout out as you unload rounds of ammunition; undead bodies dropping to the ground. You fire more shots wildly into the group. The Nacho Machine crashes, falling off the tricycle. You look back. Scab and ButterCup are scrambling to get the Nacho Machine back on the tricycle. It keeps tipping over. ButterCup quickly abandons hope, and sprints off towards the beach. The next time you will see him will be roughly three years from now, and you will put a bullet through his zombied face.
Scab is still scrambling with the Nacho Machine. You can feel yourself yelling, screaming at him, though you don’t hear it. Or maybe you do, but your mind refuses to jot it down as a memory. You’ll never be sure. «We need the nachos!» he yells. «It’s the only thing worth living for!»
You watch, as Scab is tackled and pinned to the ground. They start to eat him. You gaze at the horrific scene, for what feels like a lifetime, arms too heavy to move. It’s his final scream that snaps you back into place. «NaaaacCCHhhhhoooosss!» You raise your rifle, aim, and before he turns into one of those foul ghouls, a 5.56×45mm round slides peacefully through his skull. His body lies limp next to the Nacho Machine, blood and nacho cheese splattered on the ground.
Your friends are gone. As is all hope of eating 7-​Eleven nachos. You run to the safe house, contemplating which 7-​Eleven you will set out toward next.

As a teen, I liked going to 7 – 11.
SLURPEES WERE CHEAP!!! They were cheaper than the ones at Target, and many other places. I always chose the 3^rd smallest or 3^rd largest size. I liked the clear container, I could see what flavors I was drinking and it looked appetizing. I didn’t like getting the small ones, because for that extra 20 cents, I could get a much larger one. They were so big and hard to finish.
I never bought anything from here, except stuff for bonfire materials and food.
Maybe 7 years ago, I remember ALWAYS getting iced blended coffees. They were just like Starbucks fraps but half the price and they tasted SOOOO SOOOO GOOD!!! I guess I was the only one that liked them, since they no longer sell it.
Today my sis had a slurpee for $ 1.49 for the 2^nd smallest. Prices have sure gone up. They use to be like…$ 1.09 or $.99 because the smallest were $.89 before, now it’s gone up to $ 1.09.
I was hooked when I saw the iced coffee sign outside. I had an iced coffee, a mixture of french vanilla and mocha flavor. Outside it says medium is 99 cents, so I reached for the middle and started to fill it up. Then I realized I didn’t get a medium, I GOT A LARGE, it was $ 1.49 and not $.99 I felt jipped. They don’t have small, medium and large, but they have medium, large, and extra large. I’m not sure what is in the coffee, but I had a stomach ache after, but I’m lactose so… probably my fault.
Is 7 – 11 CONVENIENT? Yeah, but I live closer to a corner store that I don’t go to anymore, because I soon realized Safeway was just a bit further and way cheaper with more variety.
Oh yeah, this place is GHETTO. Hobos & gangstas come here to loiter.