Eds Central D.m

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Eds Central D.m, where coffee meets diesel fumes, one morning a regular asked aloud: ‘Why does my car always start right after I fill up here?’ The attendant shrugged and replied with a smile, 'Maybe your car likes our fuel so much it doesn’t want to leave!' A delivery driver chimed in, 'Or maybe it's just happy to see you every day.' The regular laughed, shaking his head, but secretly thinking that perhaps there was something to it.

2. At Eds Central D.M., where customers queue for both coffee and gas, an old delivery driver once asked aloud: ‘Hey, does anyone here know why our fuel always seems to smell like someone’s making pancakes in the tank?’ After a moment of silence, another customer chimed in: ‘Oh, that’s easy! It’s because your boss uses maple syrup instead of gasoline cleaner!’ The whole place burst out laughing, and from then on, whenever someone filled up their tank, they’d say, “Smells like breakfast today!”

3. At Eds Central D.M., where coffee meets diesel fumes, one day a regular noticed something strange: every time he ordered his usual cup of joe, a faint whiff of freshly baked pie wafted through the air. It wasn’t on the menu, but it sure smelled good. One day, a delivery driver asked if they could try that mysterious pie. The attendant shrugged and said, ‘It’s not for sale, but why not?’ To everyone’s surprise, it tasted like grandma’s famous apple pie—only better! From then on, Eds Central D.M. became known not just for its fuel but also for its secret pie, which was never officially added to the menu.

4. At Eds Central D.M., where coffee meets diesel fumes, one morning a little boy pointed excitedly at the ceiling, whispering, ‘Dad, look! Is that a bird?’ The father squinted up and shook his head, smiling. ‘No son,’ he said gently, ‘it’s just our old friend Mr. Smoke Vent.’ The boy nodded wisely, satisfied with the explanation. Meanwhile, an elderly delivery driver chuckled as he passed through the door, muttering to himself, ‘Yep, same ol’ Eds—where every morning is a new adventure!’