Spar

This is one of those establishments that totally infuriates me, whoever decided to build a supermarket in a filling station should be taken out and quietly shot. As such coming here for fuel is fraught with frustration as you sit waiting for a free pump whilst the person who used it before you is wandering about doing a weeks shopping. In the event you get pulled up at a pump and filled up, you can wander into the shop which has a built in Subway which nobody ever appears to use, and a better choice of stuff than most small supermarkets, which means you turn into the sort of person you despised while you waited at the pump, walking around getting a few things for dinner. The staff are usually young chaps and chapesses, with the odd older memeber of staff, and they work hard, although I once had a young chap try charging me for £65 of diesel when I had actually put a tenner of petrol in my bike. Fortunately someone pointed out his error before he got strangled and I got lifted by the PSNI for ABH.
A special mention goes to the new car wash, which at night resembles driving into a disco, it gets your car clean most of the time, but my ancient banger is a bit too faded so no fault of the Spar.
But please please PLEASE get rid of that bloody fake SPAR FM Muzak you play, it makes me want to eat my own eyeballs!

I think the Spar is a great shop, if it on the High Street, attached to a Filling Station or as it started a simple corner shop you are bound to get great service and convenience. Most Spars will have either an ATM in close proximity or a mobile ATM in store which will probably charge. But don’t fear cards are accepted. The Holywood road Spar is no exeption.
The other great thing about the Spar is that it always seems to strive to stock as much Northern Irish produce as possible. Tayto crisps, Mash Direct, champ and potato bread can all be found at the Spar.
Although having said that this Spar did not have any potatoes when I last went in and it does not get more Northern Irish than that. Having said that it was a Sunday and that’s peak potato time. I will let them off, just about.