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They rarely update their menu. Very alienating to connoisseurs looking for specific products.

The jazz queen was dank. Especially for $15 an eighth.

sub-par

I used to stop at Foster buds... not sure what happened, but $17 a gram!? You guys have dipped into the personal stash a little too hard before coming up with that price point. three words.. puddle.. town.. organics.. do yourself a favor and stop by there.

The flower here was just okay. Nothing Blew my mind. They did have pretty good pricing though. The budtender was friendly, but kind of mumbled, and seemed like he was trying too hard to be gangster to go into much detail about strain lineage and things like that. Again, good prices, but just okay material and more focus on strain familiarity would be nice.

Highway 420 was an oasis in a desert of weedlessness, and my thirst just got quenched. lol. This place was amazing. It's in the back of a smoke shop, which, by the way, had some really nice pieces at pretty good prices, not to mention a rad boa constrictor. The actual dispensary is in the tiniest little room, which I didn't mind. My only complaint would be that the lighting is a bit dim, and I had a hard time seeing just how killer the buds were. A small desk lamp or lighted magnifying glass would be a helpful addition. The quality was amazing, the service was top notch, and the prices were fair, especially considering that they are the only dispensary for miles around. I picked out some big bud and some lambs breath, both of which were quality. I asked the woman behind the counter (the owner) for a recommendation, and she offered a strain called Deadwood. This is now one of my new favorite strains, and as it turns out, a hard one to find. I drive to the coast often, and this spot will now be part of the tradition.

This was a disappointing visit. The quality was decent, but just that, decent. nothing wowed me, and the prices were way high for the quality. The budtender who helped me was impatient, and when I asked for a recommendation, he slapped a jar in the counter and said "this", telling me nothing about the strain or even a name.