March 2018 by Matt W.
We didn't know there was a Stewart's 300 feet to the south of the intersection here, but now that we do, that's where I'm going to send you. First off the gas pumps here are too close together -- you can barely pull in to the center lane if somebody's on the other pumps. Then one of my pet peeves, a place you have to go inside to get the receipt for, since they don't stock the paper receipts at the pump. All of which might get you a three-star ho-hum rating, but then: the skeevy experience of finding drug paraphernalia in the bathroom, which I delicately moved to the trash as a public service to the next person to come along. (Also, weirdly, the men's room has a full window looking out with no curtains.)
