Another spot in Georgia that makes my existence neath the thunderstorms worth it I get my working class fare here as I head in from meandering my way around the big trucks on the interstate. I stop here to get wine, lotto tickets, smokes and on occasion, fried pork skins, on my way home. It is a mom and pop spot and the owners are great. They offer all what you need to keep you inside for the night… …except dog food and real food. Wait… what? Fried pork skins isn’t real food. Miss Piggy would be mortified, to say the least.