Town Pantry Deli - Winchester

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They do not adhere to or enforce local COVID regulations.

Al is the kindest business owner in all of Winchester. He offers a fantastic pan pizza, excellent pistachio muffins, and a delicious buffalo chicken wrap. Not to mention, he has a wide variety of great drinks for the kids, and he treats them with the same kindness and fairness. We’re fortunate to have Al and his team in our town, especially among so many arrogant individuals. Thank you, Al!

Delicious breakfast sandwiches. Great service. Coffee at a reasonable price.

In search of ever-elusive Sugar Babies, I chanced upon the Town Pantry this evening. Side-stepping the massive Ford F-150 which was pulled up almost nose-to-nose with the front door (driver-less with engine running no less) I entered the establishment, Immediately noticing that the only other patron in the place was mask-less. As I scanned the candy aisle, I overheard the older gent behind the counter and said patron discussing with great gusto their overpriced and demonstrably shitty seats for an upcoming Bruins game. Grabbing my caramel bounty, I approached the counter, as the proprietor busied himself drawing a map of said s seats on a napkin, to the curmudgeonly delight of the maskless, idling-and-obnoxiously-parked truck owner. As they continued to chew the fat about seats that suck and associated highway robbery, the shop boy/butcher/suckass seat expert ambled over to the deli case and selected a sweaty blob of white cheese, with which he gesticulated wildly to emphasize his increasingly impassioned exhortations. Presently he set to almost lovingly slicing the cheese in a rather impressive deli apparatus, still pontificating and extemporizing on the banality of modern day sports arenas. At no point during this manly airing of the grievances, was I acknowledged, never mind enabled to make a transaction. Eventually, despite my mounting craving for the jaw breaking treat I had clasped in my very hand, I could not broker an inner peace with this abject disregard. My revenge, you ask? I summarily tossed the bag of Sugar Babies back in with the Now and Laters and exited The Town Pantry, once more shimmying past the belching Dodge Mega Cab Ram 3500, and drove off into the night, candy-less yet breathing the free air once again. So to sum up Dear Reader, if you want banter about craptastic seats at The Garden, maskless patrons, and errant slices of tasteless provolone, the Town Pantry is where it's at. But if you want a reasonably paced transaction and easily accessed high fructose corn syrup, take your business elsewhere.