My family does a fair bit of traveling. My husband loves to plan trips, to the extent that my friends have dubbed him Travel Agent Ken. (Does that make me Luggage Hauler Barbie?) TAK, as he is affectionately known, thinks nothing of driving from our home in Central New York state to the New York City area for a Broadway show, a college visit, or a soccer game. Any excuse to pop down to the Big Apple will work for him.
The rest of us are not as enamored of the whole bright lights, big city thing, but we can always be lured into the car with the promise of one thing: a visit to Sheetz.
Sheetz, for those not lucky enough to have visited, is a chain of convenience stores located across a half dozen states. They are not found here in NY, but when we drive through Pennsylvania to reach NYC, there is one at the perfect halfway point. We pile out of the car, gas up, hit the restrooms, and then venture toward the big attraction: the food. Yes, my family will happily drive hundreds of miles for the chance to belly up to a counter equipped with touch screens where we can custom order sandwiches, burgers, drinks (I crave their iced hazelnut nonfat lattes), and other greasy goodness.
This makes absolutely no sense. We know that. None of us can really explain the appeal. It might be those touch screens, that let us choose exactly what toppings we want on our cheeseburger sliders. It might be the fact that we are almost always in a good mood when we're there, heading off to a family vacation but not yet thoroughly sick of each other. It might even be that the food is just so darned good.
All I know for sure is that this past weekend, while driving home solo from the fabulous New Jersey Romance Writers conference, I stopped at Sheetz for lunch. I texted my youngest son with the taunting message, Guess where I am right now? His reply: If you don't bring home something from Sheetz I am disowning you as my mother.
So tell me – what is your (or your family's) guilty pleasure?