Sheetz

I was so happy to come upon Sheetz away from Pennsylvania. Sheetz, as you can tell, is one of my favorite businesses to visit.
The only gripe I have about Sheetz in Virginia is that they are very dated, inside and out. They are of the late 90s variety. The pumps were the big bulky ones that look like they could turn into a transformer if activated.
The inside, although updated, is still the cramped design they had way back when. They attempted to update it with all the latest Sheetz innovations but lacked the space needed to make it not feel claustrophobic in here.
I can’t really ever be mad a Sheetz, so I won’t hold that against them.

If I am traveling and need gas, I often settle for a Sheetz. Their gas is usually cheaper than the competition, and they have a large number of gas pumps, decent restrooms, hot coffee, and a well-​stocked convenience store. This location was typical.

«You got a fast car
We go cruising entertain ourselves»
–Tracy Chapman, Selected Lyrics From Fast Car
A convenient stop en route to Berkley Springs or your fill-​in-​the-​blank location. Like a traveler’s «medicine man» this one stop shop peddles sugar-​induced highs, medicinal bottled malted hoppy happy adult brews, a java jolt springs, processed-​packed custom sandwiches with optional french fry topping with fat sauce (ranch dressing) and a plethora of nosh-​o-​rama goodness. All meals come with a free two-​day supply of sodium. (Heart attack not included but potassium and mass quantities of water are recommended to even out the salt intake.) Fill ‘er up so you can get to your fill-​in-​the-​blank locale in style while waiting for your customized foodular snack attack to appear.
Lookin’ for healthy? Keep on truckin’

Usually very busy, but the staff tries to keep lines moving.

A good place to stop quick and get everything you need for a decent price. Also, it’s traditional for me to stop by several times for free coffee on Christmas.

My V W Jetta TDI (diesel) and I stop here when in Winchester because they consistently have the best prices on diesel fuel, and with their bonus card, you get another 3 cents off.

This is a great place to strech your legs before getting on I-​81 South in VA. I was coming thru West VA and just had to get out and decided to get some gas while I was at it.
The station is very clean and everyone inside is really friendly. I was greeted three times which is always great after being stuck in a car by yourself.

No trip to/​from West Virginia is complete without a stop at this Sheetz station.
Usually we come here on the way home — we leave our friend’s property in West Virginia after a weekend of debauchery and very little bathing, and re-​enter civilization here in Winchester. The car needs gas, the windows need cleaning, and our bellies need sustenance.
At Sheetz you order your food at a touch-​screen terminal, where you get to select food items by jabbing stupidly at their pictures. But never fear, no detail is left unaddressed, and nothing is left to chance. Would you like a burger? Which kind of roll would you like? Which condiments would you like? Go ahead, get them all if you dare! Which toppings do you want? Does anyone ever get the sliced olives on their burger? Would you like cheese for $ 0.59 extra? What kind of cheese? How about some more extras, like fries? Are you sure you don’t? Okay then, here’s your number and your receipt.
Time to go find a beverage — there are the usual multitudes of plastic bottled drinks, but there’s also a soda fountain. Then go get in line to pay.
Ah, the line to pay. Here’s where Sheetz loses that fifth star. It’s always long. Today it was REALLLLLLLLY long. Your food will be ready before you get out of line. But don’t even think of picking up your food before you pay for it. Oh no you don’t. They fell for that once before, but never again.
My burger was quite tasty and fresh. The fries were crispy. My husbands spicy chicken sandwich looked fabulous. My fountain Dr. Pepper was perfectly mixed, and prune-​ishly decadent.
We pretty much managed to acquire all of these goodies without speaking to anyone. That was probably for the best, since we looked like hillbillies fresh from West Virginia.