New Dixie Mart 19 Stuckeys

This is the second time I have stopped at this gas station. It was not open either time except for gas. Do not stop here between 11pm and 6am. It’s not open. Even though the plaza is all lit up. You will be just like all the other drivers pulling up. Mad. You would think a big gas station right of I-​95 would be open at night.

There have been few experiences in life worse than the New Dixie Mart in Whitakers. You might exit the interstate thinking, ok, this looks promising, maybe leak in some clean bathrooms, maybe grab a chicken basket at the DQ, pump in some British fuel and skidaddle. Forget your fantasy, fool. This is hell in a roadside stop. The Subway will attract your wife or kids with the lure of healthy hoagies, then 30 minutes later you’ll be wondering how mayonnaise and turkey slices take so long to lay out. After 30 minutes, you’ll be reading the rear of the t-​shirt in front of you like a mantra to calm your building rage. Then, THEN, you think, I’m taking the short line over at the DQ, and you will watch in horror as the lethargic hostess/​fry cool prepares blizzards for an apparent army of hungry patrons hiding in the aisles of stuckey’s schlock. When she drops the sixth banana slice for the desperate teenager, and starts her slow, painful sloth like drag back to the banana bin, you will think to yourself, get me out of this place. Then, as you blink back tears, she appears. «What would you like?» You speak rapidly, hoping nothing goes awry with another patron before she can type in the order. It’s in. Damnit. You were ready to give in, but now your stuck. Johnny the chicken chef owns your next 20 minutes as he prepares each item. Individually. Why cook fries in large batches? Crowds be damned, this man has had the life force dragged out of him by the sheer fact of this New Dixie Mart’s existence. With your order placed, you visit the bathroom finally. A line?!$@:/! Wet toilet paper decks the halls. You determine nothing is worth this, nothing. You grab your children, your wife, you food order, you run to your car, you get enough fuel to get to the next exit and you goddamned hope that the Hardee’s is open.

Don’t stop here. $ 75 limit on credit card, no water in 8 windshield cleaner containers, slow food service and rude help. An embarrassment to BP. Oh, and no receipt at the pump.

Nice people, decent prices, pretty good selection of stuckey’s goodies. Oddly, no fridge magnets…