So, on our way back from our little road trip to DC, we kinda missed our New Jersey Turnpike…read moreexit...twice. On round two, during our SECOND detour through Middle-of-Buttf**k-Nowhere Delaware, the little darlings in the backseat woke up from their precious naps and got all antsy, stating that WE NEED TO FIND A BATHROOM NOW. Yes, ALL CAPS. And so we stopped off at Exxon in Newport, Delaware. Annnnnnnnnnd let me just say this: Any establishment that attaches a FULL-SIZED BLEACH BOTTLE to its restroom key (...because it's such a highly coveted hot-ticket item, duh) is worth at least an extra pair of stars for the pure comedic factor. (See, e.g., the look on Little Darling #2's face in "Local Photos.") Seriously, the Hermes Birkin might have a little dangly lock and key, but they ain't got NOTHING on Exxon's bleach bottle. Oh, excuse me, I meant to clarify -- of course that's not a plastic bleach bottle. If you look closely, emblazoned on the side of the bottle is the line "I am Not a Plastic Bleach Bottle." Yeah, sometimes you need a little more than just satellite radio for road trip entertainment. P.S.: Oh, and a little birdie told me they sell gas here, too? Who knew?

Hi there road warrior!…read more So I see that you are also one of those unfortunate souls who forgot to take a leak before hitting the pavement, and now you are desperately fidgeting in the seat of your car while driving in the middle of butt***f nowhere Delaware. Your bladder is about to pull a Hindenburg on you, and you are perhaps entertaining the unsanitary and unsavory thought of pulling and relieving yourself in the green pastures alongside the road, when you luckily find this review on your crackberry or iphone. Yes, there's indeed, an Exxon Gas Station/Carwash at your nearest exit. But I may I beg you to reconsider? The grass is perhaps a better option. Sure, you, like me and my friends on that fateful day, also thought that gas stations on a road trip can be little havens of bodily relief and knee-jerk consumption. Your tank needs a few more gallons, you may want to indulge in rarely sought junk food or sugar fixes, and heck, maybe you even want to try your hand at quick pick. All that -and wash your filthy car while you are at it- you may do. But the bathroom my friend, thats where the line is drawn between everything thats holy and vicious on this wobbling earth. "All ye who are about to enter, abandon all hope" From the moment you are handed the hell key attached to the most disgusting FULL-SIZED BLEACH BOTTLE in order that you can go to the bathroom, you realize the error of your ways; the bottle has the distinct privilege of never having been washed since its factory conception in 1983. Hence, theres a distinct grayish texture on its surface that reminds you of starch, or the surface of a sinuous undiscovered sulphuric planet. The grime, grease and sweat of a whole generation of truckers have left their timeless mark and odor in what once was an object to cleanse and bring whiteness. A last irony of fate, and a paradox between your disgust and your bodily functions seeking release. Enter the little door to toilet hell, and your pituitary will know the limits of its own resistance; your skin grazes the bleach bottle unwillingly while you attempt to stonewall your nostrils from further damage. The wet floor and the infinite darkness swell your soul with pangs of despair and dreams of hotel bathrooms with their fresh linens and potpourris. Exxon's macabre janitor's laughter reigns supreme in that little roadside station in Wilmington. You are lost. You finish your duties with nature, but something has died with you in there; a memory cozily registers itself in your brain cortex, and you are unable to repress its foul presence even as you slam the doors back into the air and the light. You breath. Yes, that was my story, and its all true. If you don't believe me, my dear road warrior, I beg you to scroll down to the only other review for this place, and click on the local picture she posted so many moons ago. In there, recorded for the annals of pain, lies the expression of my face and the reminder that all of this was not a figment or tirade, but the honest-to-god truth.

Decent prices on junk food, like Tastykakes 50¢ & gum & candy for 25¢. Bigger bags of Herr's chips…read morebest prices & freshest tasting in town. Big selection of drinks, including many varieties of Arizona. All the ladies love to flirt with the shy Sam. He greets everyone with a smile. The owners are always grumpy. Need to make doorway handicapped accessible. Can't get in or out of store or up the aisles in wheelchair. Newspaper rack needs to be put in the back section of the store where lottery tickets & coffee are, not obstructing the only entrance to the store. I'm tired of tripping over the rack. Convenient convenience store. Ice cream snacks are overpriced (99¢ at JCM down the road) Store is usually well stocked, with several delivery trucks arriving every day. Most gas stations have public bathrooms. This Sunoco does not. You'll have to go to Wendy's or McDonald's.

Endangered my unborn child, destroyed the evidence, and then dismissed me…read more On 11/24/25, I ate a Wawa salad containing a dead fly. I am pregnant and was terrified for the safety of my baby. I ended up in the ER with diarrhea, severe vomiting and uterine cramping. I couldn't keep food down for two days and lost my appetite for four more days after that. The way Wawa handled this was appalling: Destruction of Evidence: I told Catherine C (Customer Relations) I planned to contact a lawyer that I know who could have the food tested for further contamination. She insisted I return it to the store for 'internal testing.' I complied. The store manager, Nambia at the time offered me $6.99 to resolve the issue. I later found out that Wawa's Corporate team contacted the store and instructed them to discard the salad. Dismissive Corporate Response: Michelle Chapman (Michelle.chapman@helmsmantpa.com) has been completely dismissive of my trauma. She passed the blame to their supplier, Taylor Farms and did not provide any further resolution beyond $6.99. Wawa tricked me into giving back the evidence, destroyed it, and now refuses to take accountability. Take caution if you eat at this Wawa. Side note: I have been going to wawa faithfully since I was a child...sometimes 10+ times a month, which my wawa app will reflect. The way the store manager and corporate handled this is disappointing to say the least.

Ranking Wawa(s) , this location is outstanding. I order food here at least once a week. Super fast…read moreand Courteous.

Got a breakfast burger during day and it was good well cooked! She asked a few questions to make…read moresure order was up to par as well. She provided great service so I asked for her name and it was Steph.

Tommy DiDonato at Centre Exxon is great. He fixed my car for half of what Paul Campanella's wanted…read moreto charge me. The work was done quickly, and my car now runs great. I suspect Campanella's thought they could get away with high prices because my car would not start and I had had it towed to their shop. A neighbor recommended Tommy, saying that numerous multi-generation familites in Wilmington highly regard Tommy for honest diagnoses, quality workmanship, and fair pricing. I'll never take my car to another shop.

You have to check out Big D's next time you get has at shell on Newport gap pike. It's spacious…read morewith upgraded furnishings. Grab a snack, coffee or a meal. Trust me, you will be impressed with the service and quality offerings.

Went into the store today while my gas was pumping and was pleasantly surprised to see a new guy…read more(JR) who greeted me when I walked in and was very pleasant with conversation. I found the place to be clean and had an enjoyable experience. The whole vibe has changed. Would definitely stop back for gas and snacks.

These people are very rude, don't come here. I was only at this gas station in my car, minding my…read moreown business. I was there to get gas, I was rudely interrupted and told I was blocking 2 has pumps one of which I was going to use. I pulled up so I wasn't"blocking" the diesel pump. Was rudely interrupted again seconds later told to park in a parking spot away from has pumps.

The spicy chicken sandwich here is delectable - just a bit of crunch and a burn that lasts through…read morethe entire process. The place is always packed - that drive-thru must crank through a thousand orders a day, easy, as it's never empty. The store itself isn't much to write home about, but you won't be here that long as this place puts the "fast" in fast food. Friendly staff are waiting outside to take your order, too - in all weather. It's an optimized machine. Great to see a real draw here as a decade ago this shopping center was empty. Now you can't find a place to park - good to see places like this moving in and revitalizing the strip malls of old.

I came here with my children for a vacation. Sure, they were quick, but they forgot my daughter's…read moreapple juice straw! The one that is connected to the box! The straws that they come with! This place is in such a terrible spot! They even gave my daughter a fork for her ice cream! They also gave her my son's straw for his lemonade in her kids meal! This place sucks!