You guys made a big mistake skipping the Sheetz grub. They got delicious fries and a slush selection that’s as big as the beaver!Don't do it! Just kidding- sorta. Texan here and we avoid the beaver when we can. My kids prefer QT because the bathrooms are clean, and I like that we spend less $. We actually try to find alternatives. If you are ever on I10 between Houston and San Antonio, check out Prasecks.
It is crazy to see Buc-ees growing so much, the original was just a normal gas station and they are taking over.
That said- they really did push the others to step up their game.
When we went to the East Coast we were introduced to Sheetz. We did not get food from there but the idea was fascinating!
Don't do it! Just kidding- sorta. Texan here and we avoid the beaver when we can. My kids prefer QT because the bathrooms are clean, and I like that we spend less $. We actually try to find alternatives. If you are ever on I10 between Houston and San Antonio, check out Prasecks.
It is crazy to see Buc-ees growing so much, the original was just a normal gas station and they are taking over.
That said- they really did push the others to step up their game.
When we went to the East Coast we were introduced to Sheetz. We did not get food from there but the idea was fascinating!
You guys made a big mistake skipping the Sheetz grub.
If you thought Sheetz was amazing, you should stop at a Wawa the next time you're on the east coast.
(Am I going too fast?)
again.Ohio doesn’t need a Buc-ee’s… they should have kept their Lawson stations.I checked out the grand opening of what I believe was the first Sheetz in Michigan, last year near Metro Airport (DTW). It was interesting, but didn't measure up to the size and offerings of Buc-ee's. It was probably better than any of the Wawas I've been to (which isn't many). I do like that Wawa just north of MCO because it has reasonably priced gas for rental car refueling purposes.
For any Buckeyes out there, we are less than three months away from the opening of the first Ohio Buc-ee's, in Huber Heights, NE of Dayton. This thread expects a prompt report from the grand opening.![]()
I've been up through Pennsylvania in the last few years and Sheetz is junk. Overpriced gas (state gas tax?), gas station food <not good across the board> is junk, and I know what I'm talking about because I've worked in Food Service and bought TONS of gas in my years of life.
Then I've encountered the WAWA crowd down in Florida around WDW (they don't poke their head into the deep South as far as I know). They complain about 'coffee' (OMG warm water on burned, dried beans). Me-No-Drink-Coffee (because it is only warm water on burned, dried beans).(Am I going too fast?)
I only care about who has cheap gas.
DW only cares about who has clean bathrooms.
She-and-I are like a Vulcan mind meld.
So the Beaver is an acceptable concession to each other on most highways.
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But hey, you-do-you. I mean, after all, ......
.... it's only money.
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Me
PS - I do favor hot tea (bags) during the cold winter months when all I need is some hot water (I bring my own bags and sweetener along on the road). English Breakfast Tea is in the shoulder bag and if I didn't bring any or run out,
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I will suffer through a Lipton tea bag.again.

FYI: those Lawson Stations in Japan are based off of the ones in Ohio that don’t exist anymore.
AI: Buc-ee’s is Maleficent’s hangout spotAverage duration of a Buc-ee’s stop?
Ah. You sweet, innocent road-trip cherub. You believe this is a stop. Buc-ee’s is not a stop. It is a side quest. A pilgrimage. A retail-themed escape room where the only exit is through a wall of jerky.
Here is a realistic timeline to plan accordingly:
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The Buc-ee’s Time Dilation Timeline
0:00 – “Quick Fuel & Pee” Optimism Phase
You glide off the interstate confident, hydrated, and morally superior.
“I’ll be in and out in 15 minutes,” you whisper, like a Victorian child before boarding the Titanic.
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0:07 – Parking Lot Purgatory
You discover the parking lot is roughly the size of Delaware.
You pass:
- 24 pickup trucks
- 3 RVs that look permanently retired
- A family tailgating for no clear reason
You park in a different ZIP code and begin the hike toward the entrance.
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0:15 – The Pilgrimage Walk
You are still walking.
You see mirages.
A small child on a Razor scooter overtakes you.
You briefly consider setting up a base camp.
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0:20 – Entrance Sensory Overload
The doors open.
Angels sing.
Brisket smoke fills the air.
You forget your own name but suddenly remember every childhood road trip snack you’ve ever loved.
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0:28 – The Restroom Gauntlet
You join a line that resembles a theme-park ride.
Inside, the restroom is so clean you question your worthiness.
Someone exits a stall saying, “That was life-changing.”
You don’t ask.
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0:40 – The BBQ Sandwich Moral Crisis
You were not hungry.
You are now holding a brisket sandwich the size of a throw pillow.
You tell yourself it’s “for later.”
It is not for later.
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0:55 – Beaver Nugget Acquisition
You grab a small bag.
Then a bigger bag.
Then a commemorative tub.
The cashier nods knowingly.
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1:10 – Sugar Ascension
You eat Beaver Nuggets in the car.
Time slows.
The beaver mascot on the sign winks at you.
You are pretty sure the dashboard is breathing.
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1:25 – Merch Vortex
You re-enter “just to look.”
You leave with:
- A Buc-ee’s t-shirt
- Buc-ee’s pajama pants
- A Buc-ee’s cutting board
- Zero memory of choosing them
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1:45 – Attempted Escape
You cannot find your car.
Every aisle looks like every other aisle.
A woman calmly buys 7 pounds of fudge like this is normal.
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2:00 – Return to Interstate
You finally merge back onto the highway.
You are sticky, overfed, slightly euphoric.
Your car smells like brisket and caramelized sugar.
You are no longer the same person who exited 2 hours ago.
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Realistic Average Stop Time
Plan for 60–90 minutes minimum
2 hours if you are snack-curious or weak-willed (most humans).
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Final Advice
If you truly want a “quick stop,”
- Do not make eye contact with the bakery
- Do not sample the jerky
- Do not trust the Nugget
But honestly?
Lean in.
Let the beaver take the wheel.