Adella and I were feeling hungry as we rolled into Wilmington, North Carolina, the other day, so we pulled into Sonic for the first time.


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We were ready for a great meal. Everyone says "Sonic's is bangin'"--from my parents to the girl who used to sit in the front row of my class and sleep last year--except for the time she lifted her said to offer a review of the food at Sonic. So we were ready for great.



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Dell ordered chicken and a bunch of other stuff. She put her best bud in his crate before the food came.


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When the food came, we ate. When the guy on inline skates came back for me, we kept right on.


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Later, while we were walking around Wilmington, we had our after-dinner mints.


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And then I asked the big question. How, I asked, does Sonic compare to the gas station we love and live for as we make our way through Pennsylvania every time we come to this most delightful of places? How does Sonic compare to Sheetz? I asked.


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No comparison. The fries are crispier and lighter and hotter, and the pina colada smoothie is to die for--or stand on for a while, it's so think.  Truth be told, friends, we prefer the gas station to the drive-in--though we wouldn't turn away from either place probably ever. We like junk food. In fact, we love it. Nothing really beats heat and salt and grease. It's good. It's the best treat.

Once in a while it's good, but it's really good at Sheetz. 'Til next time, Pennsylvania!