I usually do not go to gas stations and/or convenience stores for good food. Buc-ee's is an exception. Yet the closest Buc-ee's to me is over 100 miles. They do a great job on brisket. However, I was going to Donaldsonville and stopped at the Marathon station for fuel, and then the unusual happened. My traveling partner went inside and struck up a conversation with the clerk while paying for the gas. Shortly after, I went inside to use the clean facilities. As I exited to an exclamation about how the clerk knew my family and how the cook (Lebanese by way of New York) was trying to sell her food. I went over to the cook and he promptly offered me some boiled shrimp. About this time I started to believe that some of those outer limit episodes that I watched 55 to 60 years ago might have some validity.
The shrimp was great, Better yet he had some fried shrimp which literally knocked my socks off. The taste was fantastic. I purchased some of the proffered food and wondered over to the clerk. She had called her father, when she found out our last name. Apparently they had known my family from decades earlier when he had taken care of my aunt's lawn. Totally unreal. read more