Petro Stopping Center

So, we stop in because, hey, there is a salad bar! Okay. We wander in, are not acknowledged. Find a seat, and wait. Nothing, and yes, we were seen. We look around and find where they stash the menus and grab a couple. We sit for a good five minutes reading the menu before a woman says she will be right with us as she walks by. Mind you, they are not that busy.
We continue to make our choices when I catch the waitress’ reflection in the window. She is at the cash register, finishing up a check and counting her tips, along with chatting with the other waitress. The register closes, she walks off. When she walks back into sight, she’s chatting with the cook and has a large drink in her hand and is sipping on it. The cash register opens again.
By this time I am through waiting and we leave.
I have eaten at Iron Skillets across the country and have had very good experiences, this was simply rudeness. I have waited tables for years and if this is the casual disregard that is shown the customers, then I do not want to know what they ignore in food safety and sanitation.

This is a truck stop. Sure they have gas, diesel, greasy food and slow service, but that is fine for a truck driver who also wants a shower, fillup, and wants to shop in a trucker store. There are better places for families to get gas at this exit.

I won’t need an oil change for quite a while now. I had the ham, eggs, and biscuit with cream gravy. there is no Quick in this Quick Skillet place. It took a long time for the food to come. Do not eat the potatoes. They did not taste good.

I am reviewing the restaurant, Quick! Skillet, and not the service station as a whole. I have no qualms with the way this place sells gas. The food, however, is worrisome.
While some might be quick to disregard a restaurant attached to a gas station, I have had some luck in this regard. For instance, the Whoa Nellie Deli in a gas station in Lee Vining, CA is perhaps my favorite restaurant in the Sierras. However, a more worrying tell-​tale sign is that this place has an exclamation mark in its name. That was a warning I should have heeded.
I was surprised and temporarily delighted to learn there was a salad bar, and that it was included with a number of the entrees. Unfortunately, upon closer inspection, this particular salad bar was a train wreck, the likes of which Nashville has not seen since 1918. First of all, everything was about 10 degrees warmer than it ought to have been… pretty gross for the salad dressings in particular. Also, many of the vegetables were pretty bleached out. I have to give a special one-​star shoutout to the small serving of garbanzo beans I scattered around the top. Many places served canned beans, but these had presumably been removed from the can months ago and stored in someone’s car trunk. Needless to say, they were just awful and immediately regretted including them in the mix.
The salad set my expectations pretty low for the main course, chicken fried streak. Actually, the steak itself wasn’t bad… not only was it not fried to a crisp, but it flavor which hinted at some element of seasoning. You could ALMOST say it tasted okay. Unfortunately, the gravy had the consistency of tapioca pudding, and I had to to scrape most of it off to get this dish down. The vegetables tasted frozen, although it almost seemed as if someone had rammed a head of broccoli through a paper shredder and sprinkled it across the top of my carrots, zucchini, and cauliflower. It was pretty bizarre.
The service was acceptable, but I don’t plan on returning here too Quick! ly.

this place is the bees knees! i can’t imagine a better place to buy gasoline, lottery tickets, cigarillos, funyons, orange crush, little debbies.

I don’t know why I always stop here when I leave Nashville but I usually do. Hey, it’s a truck stop, and has stuff you usually expect in a truckstop atmosphere. They honestly have a little bit of everything and usually close to the best gas/​diesel prices at this exit. The actually serve hot food on several warmers (pizza and chicken) and have a restaurant called the Quick Skillet. From the one time I actually ate breakfast here, I would say «quick» might be stretching it a bit. The restrooms are always clean, staff courteous and it’s easy in and out type of place.