Tony Star Gas Station

This review is for the auto mechanics at Tony’s. My husband and I had a car loaded full of tools and goods from the nearby Home Depot and noticed that his front tire was flat. Panicked we found Tony’s to be the closest gas station on our route home, and rolled in just as the mechanics were closing up shop. We asked him if we could fill our tire with air and hopefully that would get us home. Instead he checked all four tires and assured us that we didn’t have a flat, and then filled each tire with air. We were so blown away by this man’s generosity and he refused to take any money from us. Thank you for saving us a huge headache and for taking the time out of your day to help us! We hella love Oakland and love living here and meeting all the good peeps that call this city home!

Tony Gas i haven’t been to much since they’ve rebranded as Tony. sure, it’s cheaper than the shell nearby. still not has cheap as High St texaco.
also, iffy to be here in the evenings…

I didn’t even know it was possible to have a bad experience at a gas station before this place. I stopped in to get gas on Saturday. Because the pumps don’t have credit card machines in them, I went inside, gave the attendant my credit card, and asked to have the car at Pump 8 filled up. As usual, I clicked the automatic lock into place and stood by the pump while I waited.
Something must have gone wrong with the automatic shutoff, because, about two minutes in, the nozzle suddenly started spurting gas everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I was actually blown out of the way by the force of the liquid. I managed to shelter myself behind the hatchback and bend my arm around the corner of the trunk long enough to shut the nozzle off and knock it out of the car. This whole time, the meter kept running, racking up gas that was spurting everywhere but the tank.
Soaked from head to knees in gasoline, I ran back into the attendant booth and told the gentleman inside what had happened. He walked outside, poured a bucket of water on the ground to wash the gas off the concrete, and walked back into the booth without even looking at the pump. Despite my protests that the meter had overcharged me, that something was seriously wrong with the machine, and that I was covered in freaking gasoline, he screamed at me that I was trying to cheat him and ran my credit card without my consent.
If I could find a single bit of public information about this business, I’d be considering legal action. That not being the case, Unilocal is my only redress for the time being. Stay far, far away from this place.