Bogue Chitto Truck Stop

Murder. That is the word I used to remind myself of this truck stop. It is a very appropriate word considering I was in fear of being murdered the entire time I was here. Think I am exaggerating? Let me explain why:
When cruising along I-​55 there aren’t many great places to stop. This station just so happened to be the closest when my gas gauge told me I needed to stop. As I pulled up it seemed like many old truck stops I’ve visited, but deserted. Maybe they hid all of the cars because as I entered I noticed several people milling about.
On the way to the restroom there were several sets of tables in what I assume was the restaurant. The clientele looked somewhat detected and sad except for one particular disturbing fellow near the restroom. While all the others avoided eye contact, this weirdo kept staring at me in a way that made me feel like I was a pretty girl in a douche filled bar. That is to say I felt like a piece of meat. It upset me so much that I stared at myself extra long in the bathroom mirror. Could I have dressed in such a fashion that I looked like a lot lizard? Realizing the longer I stayed in the restroom the more likely the creeper would come in, I got the hell out of there. As I walked past him he gave me a super creepy nod and smile. I just stared at him with the most menacing look I could conjure up and headed towards the front. That’s where I became even more disturbed.
The items for sale furthered my belief that this store was a bit out of the ordinary. There was a stick that would make a perfect blunt object to bash someone in the head. Next to the stick was duct tape for binding limbs and caution tape for marking the crime scene. Even worse than all that was the selection of drinks and beef jerky. It was spartan at best.
Topping it all off was the bullet proof glass around the cashiers and the cost of the items I bought. I don’t keep up with the market price of jerky, but theirs seemed outrageously expensive. I guess they figure they are the only game and town and can charge high prices.
In summary, I made it out alive and for that I am very thankful. If more people wrote reviews of gas stations I might have found a safer place. The moral of the story is that you need to review all gas stations you visit. The life you save could be mine.

I am tempted to give this place four stars, but I have to remind myself that it is a filthy, ill-​lit diner jammed in the back of a Shell Station off of the Bogue Chitto exit from I-​55. I don’t want anyone getting upset if it gives you a belly ache. And as for the the bathroom, well, it’s a gas station off of the Bogue Chitto exit.
The food is the usual collection of grilled and fried greasy spoon sandwiches, with fries and such offered on the side. A rotating cabinet keeps some convenience store pizza slices warm, although fresh ones are made to order. The menu is scrawled in black Sharpie on cardboard. Small signs underneath add speciality burgers (the Slaw Burger, «a refreshing hamburger with homemade coleslaw,» the Sunnyside Up Burger, «In the mood for breakfast + a burger?») as well as such delights as fried pickles. Rounding out the selections is a table bearing a variety of pickles: dills, sours, jalapenos, pig lips, eggs, pig feet.
The food is good. I am not going to claim it’s a hidden treasure, but it’s generous and satisfying roadfood. The ham on the club and the poboy was thickly cut and griddled to a nice brown. The poboy was finished with melted string cheese, which is perhaps a stroke of genius. Or will just cause a stroke. The bacon sandwich is a griddled grilled cheese heaped with crispy bacon and barbecue sauce. The burgers sounded fairly enticing. And everything is very cheap.
So look, there are way better destination meals in Mississippi, but if you are a fan of greasy spoons and find yourself hungry around Brookhaven, you could do a lot worse. Plus you can get beer, smokes, and nightcrawlers.