The place looks really nice, but I felt deeply isolated. My review may not apply to everyone, I have a form of autism and can have difficulty understanding social situations. Anyway, today I went in and I asked about them having cheap ounces, because the price per gram seems maximum economic efficacy in higher amounts. As an autistic I have always been told to “sit and listen to people’s conversation and talk with them, not on behalf of them.” Well, while I was there, my bud tender went from one moment saying “sniff this!” And when I look up he’s over on his computer talking about me not having enough for two ounces, never slowing his roll, and it felt like I had gone in, been handled, and knocked back out with a slap on the butt and a— “come back Thursday!” For what? I needed medicine today. And I’ve done the math, I should’ve had Enough for an ounce. The communication was horrible, I was offended I was shooed off the property without even the chance to buy any medicine, and I feel weird about coming back because of how difficultly disengaged this facility was regarding my MEDICAL needs.
The fact that I feel they have no regard to help people with medical conditions, not just people who want weed, wasn’t aided by the tobacco products I noticed. It wouldn’t have bothered me if I hadn’t been mishandled. Just an additional observation.
(Note I put 3 stars on quality. I don’t know there quality. This was the first dispensary I didn’t walk away with medicine.)