We live in Kingston and boy I get a taste for breakfast or going out I only hit two spots the iron…read moreskillets a lot further but boy we get a table full and the service is amazing. Our favorite unapologetically is Sarah, she remembers all our orders without writing them down, she's spot on with our half tea half lemonade or coffee. Smiling and just make my wife and I feel like were appreciated. Heck we even came on Valentines day we like it so much I have so many photos on here but here are the latest two. Keep making great food (thank you kitchen) and servers like these amazing people, we will always budget in a trip and tip to match! Remember to tip folks.

Well saddle me up and call me delirious, this Petro in Knoxville is the greatest oasis of asphalt…read moreand unleaded a weary cowboy could ever hope to ride into. First off -- the employees are happier than a colt in a clover field. Every one of 'em was grinning like they just won a year's supply of sweet tea. I walked in half-asleep and walked out feeling like I'd been personally blessed by the truck-stop angels. Now let's talk gas prices... CHEAP. I'm talkin' so cheap I had to wipe my eyes and make sure I wasn't hallucinating from road dust and heartbreak. Filled my tank without filling out a loan application -- a rare treat these days, Cowboy. But here's where Petro pulled a fast one on me... THE PUMP HANDLES ARE GREEN. GREEN. Like diesel green. You ever see a grown cowboy almost dive-roll across the parking lot because he thinks he's about to ruin his gas-burner? That was me. I grabbed that handle and my heart dropped faster than a calf at branding time. Thought I was about to commit mechanical war crimes. Turns out it's regular ol' gas -- Petro just likes to keep you alert, I guess. Nothing like a little existential crisis at Pump #7 to make a man feel alive. But once my pulse settled, I tipped my hat, topped off the tank, and rode out into the Tennessee sunrise feeling like a million bucks. Would recommend? Absolutely. Five stars and a yee-haw loud enough to rattle the Smoky Mountains.