Here's what happens... My car, sometimes it gets low on gas. Just like I need coffee, my car needs it's own kind of fuel. I go to Roasterie, my car goes to Brookside 66. It's as simple as that. I drive in, all ol' school like, because the lot they're in is small (how did BIG cars of the past deal with the SMALL spaces of the time?!?!). I get out, I put my card in the thing and the nozzle in the hole, start to squeeze, and let the golden nectar pour down the gullet of my econobox. Then I get in the car and to do some texting or whatever until the tank fills up and I can get to driving again. I got my car inspected here for MO plates, and got an oil change, too. Buncha nice guys work here, probably been here for ages, and that's a good thing. Oh, I took the picture, the ONLY picture, for this damn business page on Yelp. Do I get extra credit for that? Come on, seriously... Go get gas. Here. I recommend it.