Henry Fast Stop

I don't think this place can still be called a Fast Stop; it feels like just another generic gas station now. I'll keep an eye on it the next time I drive by, but I definitely won't be stopping. The women's restroom had a toilet paper holder that could fit five rolls, yet there wasn't a single square of toilet paper to be found. The hot water faucet was broken, rendering their sign about washing hands in hot water meaningless. Additionally, the store had a strong odor of fryer grease, to the point that I could still smell it on myself half an hour down the road after only briefly walking in to use the bathroom. Do yourself a favor and head across the street to Casey's instead.