I wish I could go back to the days of being a gas-station ingenue, when there seemed to be an endless stream of possibilities for the grease-glistened rollers that spun like a fatty eternal flame. I wish I could be like Gavin Cleaver - who pens An Englishman In BBQ Sauce for the Dallas Observer - and who last week discovered the rare pleasure of dining on gas-station barbecue. In Kansas City, we're blessed with plenty of repurposed gas-station restaurants (the Filling Station, Genessee Royale, Pizza 51) and dining options in working filling stations (Papu's Cafe, Oklahoma Joe's), as well.
It's time to pick a side. Are you pro gas-station eats or do you believe a gas station's dining options should begin and end with sunflower seeds and beef jerky?