What--No Sushi?

Not that I could find, anyway. And not that I'd have eaten it if I did. Because, well, you know.

But this gas station--called Candy's Exxon on 421 in Monkey Junction--had a beer fridge and a craft beer collection that most taphouses would envy. And SIX--count 'em! SIX-- Craft Taps with Grunts and Growlers available. The taps held some very distinctive cargo, but more about that in a bit.

I was tipped to the place by the owner of Burrito Shak--about a half-mile away--during an interview I was conducting about his place for an upcoming story. The interview turned to beer (I have no idea why) and Jason suggested I stop in to Candy's Exxon.

"A gas station? " I asked incredulously. Shucks gas stations were for getting gas and peeing--maybe grabbing a snack, and, if you were inordinately thirsty, a beer from a fridge which likely saw Blue Moon or Shock Top as premier craft choices--not that there's anything wrong with that.

As it turns out, Candy's Exxon--on these premises for about fifteen years-- is like the Factotum of Gas Stations. You can not only do the above, but you can:

Wash your car

Wash your boat

Buy Bait

Buy Tackle

Buy REALLY good cigars