Folks from the Eastern part of the United States know the wonder that is Wawa.

Their coffee. Always fresh and hot.

Their sandwiches. In the fall, their “Gobbler” is something to behold: Turkey, gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce. I’m not able to eat them anymore, post-Bariatric surgery, but I highly recommend.

The gas attendants are the nicest people. And in New Jersey, they pump the gas FOR you (full disclosure: in NJ all gas is pumped by the attendant).

Walking into a Wawa, just feels like home to me.

No, they’re not paying me to say this. Just a lifetime of love. ☕️