The greasy gray haired lady (owners realative maybe?) Who stays in the kitchen cooking pizza, phillies, etc. Ruined this place for me. First off, I was at the beer cooler browsing for a new brew, she literally ( you hear the spatula hit another piece of metal) speed walked out of the kitchen and stopped me. 'Sir, I need to see your ID'. Okay, Fine. But Im not dropping the gallon of milk, quart of oil, and snickers bar I am holding to retrieve my wallet. I told her she could wait until I got to the register. MAN! If looks could kill, I'd be dead. I get to the register, she is back in the kitchen now; all of a sudden she shouts to the clerk 'ID that minor'! I told the clerk not to bother and flagged the lady in the kitchen down. I showed her my ID and after she verified my age I left my goods on the counter and told her I would take my buisness elsewhere.