Another story of, "I was running on fumes", which practically is always the case for me gassing up in downtown Seattle with not a bar remaining on my gas meter. Normal stuff in my life, pushing the car right to the brink of dying (I gotta stop doing this!) so I asked my dear to please find us a close enough gas station before our night bar meeting with another Yelp friend in Belltown, and this is the one that popped out on the radar. Close to the Space Needle I have never been to this side of town at night, and for good reason too. Forget about the gas prices first, I'll get to that in a little while, but it's in an odd location from the type of public that is around here. Any later in the night I might risk my lack of gas and go to another one due to the shady characters that roam around like zombies in this area. The one thing I noticed being here at 9 pm, it felt like midnight and it felt like I was going to be approached by a panhandler, no fault of the gas station at all. Going in to pay before I pump it just felt off, non-welcoming, like being outside, minus the potential pan-handlers. I was amazed at the extreme mark-up of gas compared to being outside of downtown, sure I'll give you the excuse of being in the city, but not to the extent of being ripped off, or robbed at 'gas-point'. Don't bother filling up, just put enough in so you can get some if you are residing outside the city, you'll save.. not a few cents... more like a few dollars! Thank you for at least being in the downtown core! read more