I have an almost pathological need to try new food and drinks when traveling. I'll always opt for an unknown local restaurant over a chain and usually will pick something I've never heard of over a dish I've had.
The abiding need to try new things extends to gas station whiskey and pineapple gas station whiskey to boot.
On the way to my husband's family farm, we'll often stop at the "Pump & Pantry" gas station in Chappel, Nebraska.
Again this weekend, we pulled into the bustling parking lot. Like every time we stop, I ran back to the restrooms - I only have about three hours before I need a pit stop. But, the women's room was locked. Someone beat me to it. I stood an appropriate distance away from the door. The occupant wouldn't emerge feeling like someone was right on top of them, but I was close enough to run in as soon as the door cracked.
I stared at the gas station fare outside the bathrooms with a sharpened interest to distract from how badly I needed that door to open. I danced a little while perusing the bottles and bags, the spinning hotdogs, and the "cappuccino" machines.
Then, I saw it: a display of the "Pump & Pantry" private label pineapple whiskey. It had to be mine.
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