And those are the times I feel immense pride for the city I live in, the times I’m incredibly grateful I grew up in Georgia where, despite what many folks say, the barbecue is finger-lickin’ good. While I don’t think we should identify a region solely on stereotypical food (ahem, sweet tea), it’s a blessing to have spots in Atlanta -- and beyond -- that are served with a side of no bullshit and no frills... simply paper plates and your jeans to wipe your hands on.
And by this point, I know what you're thinking: not all gas station food can be this good. Perhaps you've had a bad experience, perhaps you're simply a skeptic. Whatever the case, allow me to help you distinguish a legit spot from a dud. Realistically, you're playing roulette, but I will offer you my best tips: check out the gas station preemptively, walk in and see what they have. Don’t be afraid to talk to the cashier about the selection. I didn’t for a long time at my favorite fried chicken spot, and when I finally decided to approach him, he would give me tips on the best pairings. Let's just say we talk a lot more now.