3700 EUBANK BLVD NE

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station on Eubank Boulevard with an urgent load. As he approached the pumps, he noticed something odd—an old man in a trench coat seemed to be standing motionless near the entrance. As the delivery driver got closer, he saw that the old man was just staring blankly into space, completely oblivious to everything around him. With a smile, the driver walked over and asked, ‘Sir, are you okay?’ The old man slowly turned around and replied, ‘Just waiting for my car to fill up.’ They both laughed, and the driver helped him pay for some gas before heading off, thinking it was another late-night encounter at the ol’ gas station.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station on Eubank and asked the attendant for directions. ‘Just follow your gut,’ replied the man with a twinkle in his eye. Since then, drivers swear they can smell fresh-baked cookies whenever they fill up there. One morning, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, rubbing his belly and whispering, 'I could’ve sworn I saw those cookies dancing last night!' The attendant smiled knowingly and said, 'They only dance for loyal customers.'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station on Eubank and asked the attendant, ‘Do you have any coffee here?’ The attendant replied, ‘Only if you fill your tank with moonlight.’ The delivery driver laughed and said, 'Moonlight it is then!' He filled his tank, paid for the privilege, and left with a cup of coffee from the nearby diner. From that day on, whenever someone mentioned the gas station on Eubank, everyone would smile and say, 'That’s where they trade moonlight for java.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station on Eubank. ‘Why is it always so quiet here?’ he asked aloud, glancing around the empty street. Just then, an old man walked out of the shadows and said, 'Welcome to our little slice of nowhere.' The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and asked for directions. As they chatted, a friendly dog came trotting over, wagging its tail. Turns out, the gas station was owned by a retired vet who knew everyone in town—even his own furry customers.