Wawa

Oh Wawa. how I missed you! I really wish that we could get a Wawa in Georgia. This place is tha bomb. I love their coffee and I usually don’t drink straight up coffee. I was in Delaware for 5 days and I went to Wawa everyday, twice a day. I know, I should be embarrassed but for some reason I am not!
Their breakfast sandwiches seemed to be a little overcooked and there is always a line no matter which one you go to, and sometime the choices can be overwhelming because they have so much stuff in there, but Wawa I love you and I am willing to overlook your short comings!

We were working on Odyssey 2012: Delaware or Bust! this past Memorial Day weekend. But why should an important car trip get in the way of my omnipresent hunger? I needed something to tide me over until I reached the bottle of Maker’s that awaited me at our destination. We chose Wawa.
If you don’t know about Wawa generally, this will not be the forum in which I educate you. But if you are deciding amongst Wawas, let me help you out.
This Wawa won the prestigious Best Spoilage award.
Yeah, you heard me. Best motherf*cking spoilage.
You can stop at McDonald’s, but those burgers will last forever without even changing in appearance. You can eat at Taco Bell, but all of their spoilage takes place inside you. Nay, if you want real spoilage, you go to the Wawa on Pulaski Highway. I have attached photographic evidence of their excellence.
I had a delicious chicken and melted cheese sandwich, and it came with fresh cut, locally grown zygospores. Only the finest spoilage for me.

Wawa is amazing for one reason, well a couple but one stands out among the rest. The ability to get 2 am sandwich when you are drunk. After a night of drinking when you know everyone else is closed Wawa is there like a shining star in the dark.