You can no longer get Fourloko in Boston. It's disappeared from the shelves, never to return in its original form. Human nature naturally dictates that, because of this, all I wanted last week was to try a Fourloko. Scarcity value is sort of a b*tch, let me tell you, because I found myself passing liquor stores I had never even noticed before, wondering if they still had stock of the forbidden crunk juice. No dice. Then the tides turned and I found myself on a sparsely-populated street in the middle of Santa Monica. There it was - Star Liquors - shining like a beacon, returning hope to my previously disappointed soul. Did they have the elusive Fourloko? I had to look. I could hardly contain my excitement as we walked in and asked the employee about it. He told us they aren't getting shipments anymore, but indicated with a wave of his hand that there may be some left in the cooler in the corner. Not only were there some left, actually, but there were a half dozen flavors. We excitedly picked up two, eager to understand what the fuss is all about. But I digress. The shop is very small, but they have a wall of coolers and carry the various energy-drink-looking cans of beer, 40s, 6-packs of local and nationally-recognized beers, other alcohol, and then staples like chips, water, jerkey, 7-11-type pre-made sandwiches and microwave burritos, and scratch tickets. I assume they sell tobacco, but I didn't notice. For a small store, their prices for snack-y items are great, and they offer a very substantial variety. The man behind the counter is light-hearted, funny, friendly, and chatty. Clean and tidy are two words I would decidedly NOT use to describe Star, but come on. What do you expect? This is a great little neighborhood shop where you can buy snacks in a pinch without feeling gouged. As for the Fourloko? We split maybe 1/3 to 1/2 of a can of the watermelon flavor over the course of an entire evening, but couldn't even muster up the courage to drink the rest, because it tastes like really alcoholic liquid Jolly Ranchers. Gross. However, mission accomplished. I came, I saw, I conquered (sort of), and I will never give Fourloko another thought.
Heather G. on Nov 24, 2010