From the Midwest redneck author of "The Rooster Crows at 4am!," "Lizard Poop!," and "The Philippines Expat Advisor"
Fill Er’ Up! Don’t Need Need a Gas Station Credit Card, Fleet Gas Card, or Gas Credit Cards Here!
Don' t need a gas station credit card, fleet gas card, or any kind of gas credit cards here! I bet you have not seen any gas station pictures like the one I have on the left, unless you are from the Philippines or have visited here. Those bottles are filled with gasoline and not soda, so please don't drink from them!
I ran across this "gas station" in front of a sari sari store the other day when The Sainted Patient Wife and I visited the Trappist Monastery, and the Valle Verde Mountain Spring Resort which one of SPW's relatives owns. We were on our way to the Pit Stop at the Old Site near our home for a lunch break, and our driver needed some fuel.
My Father used to operate service stations when I was growing up, and I never have seen any gas station pictures like this one; not even ones from way back when I was a kid, plus I am so old that the service stations my Father owned and operated were full service stations, which they still have in the Philippines.
My Dad had a booming business; he had one of his stations just off a main interstate, and had a lot of companies that used a fleet gas card because they had multiple vehicles, and the gas station credit card was run through one of those old manual machines, nothing electronic. I know because I used to work for my Dad sometimes. Woe to me if I forgot to give someone the customer copy of their gas credit card.My Dad would have a fit! I used to wait on Senator Richard Durbin from Illinois at the station, and he was always pleasant to my Father and I. I never forgot to give him his receipt!
But as you can see by the photo I have posted, this is not a full service place, but a self service operation. You go into the sari sari store where the "gas pumps" are located next to, pay for your bottle of gas, and then fill 'er yourself.
Our driver did not waste one drop of his precious fuel, and we were soon on our way to the Pit Stop Pizza. We also have a Pit Stop Car Wash near us that I did a story on quite a while ago called "Whose Brainstorm Was This?"
I have seen some cars being washed over there, so it looks like they are getting some business.
The Sainted Patient Wife, and I, along with our 16 year old twin nieces, Michelle and April, arrived at the pizza joint just a little after 12 noon. It is located at the Old Site Market area just about a ten minute walk from our home at "The Compound." The restaurant, as do all the businesses along the road behind the Old Site, open up in the back facing the street so you get a view of the nearby "Crossing" traffic and the people shopping at the vegetable stands.
There were only two other people eating at the pizza place, which is not a good sign to me since I'm thinking it should have more customers at lunch time. The twins inform us that one of the teachers at their high school owns the place. We place our order up front, and get the family special, which is a large pizza, with four drinks, and two side orders of spaghetti for around $6.40. This was the most expensive family meal deal they had listed. I get an extra spaghetti because I know my wife and the twins like it for lunch, but I am just going for the pizza.
There is something unnatural to me about eating a spaghetti dish with pizza. Well, I did want some french fries instead of spaghetti, but they were out, so the pizza will do. OK, I know french fries really do not go with pizza, but we haven't been to McDonald's for almost three weeks so I had a craving for them.
Our lunch arrives, and the pizza is OK, not at all crisp like SPW and I like it, but I haven't had any for awhile and don't have a problem devouring it. We have found that Shakey's Pizza in Iloilo City has the best pizza around. Very tasty with plenty of cheese, and baked to perfection.
There used to be another pizza joint in our little town, but it has already closed. They prepared their pizza the same way as the Pit Stop. Not done. Not crispy. And both places put pineapple on the pizza. Now I love pineapple, have been eating some fresh pineapple we bought for 50 cents each from the Old Site the other day. But I just don't like it on top of my pizza. It's almost a sin, just like putting chicken or spinach or something else healthy on a pizza.
Next time we go shopping at SM City I will get everything I need for some homemade pan pizza. And I guarantee you it will not have anything on it that faintly resembles something that is good for me.
As we are finishing our meal, Moises, the Smart Bro tech who installed our 60 ft. Broad ban tower walks by; we wave at him, and he says he needs to return the DVD's he borrowed from us. "No problem," I said. "Whenever you get done with them" (They were some kids DVD's that I don't care about anyway so I made the grand gesture of "oh, no big deal".) Moises nods his head and goes on.
Big Spender Bonehead tips our waitress a 20 peso note (about 40 cents), and we walk back to "The Compound." It was a day filled with firsts. First visit to the Trappist Monastery. First visit to the Valle Verde Mountain Spring Resort. First visit to Pit Stop Pizza. And of course, my first visit to a self service gas station in the Philippines. This was an exclusive from "The Rooster Crows at 4am!: "Fill Er' Up! Don't Need Need a Gas Station Credit Card, Fleet Gas Card, or Gas Credit Cards Here!