Trih Convenience Store

Man, when it comes to reviewing gas stations I have no idea where to begin, or perhaps whether to begin at all. «The pumps efficiently delivered fuel to my car and the snack selection held all of my absolute faves: Doritos, Planters, even Beer Nuts. Can you believe that?» But every once in a while, the experience warrants a quick one. Tri-​H in the Student Ghetto has some personality, yo.
I can’t quite recall whether the products are Jordanian or Turkish, I want to say the former, but there’s a slew of ‘em up in here, so if you’re jonesing for supplies from the homeland definitely scour these shelves. There’s a few freezers of unusual delights that deserve attention, and a slew of shelf items worth investigating. The color, here, comes from the guys working the register. I’ve only seen dudes, and my my, they are seriously decked out. Last time I visited there was a lady friend just hangin’ with her man, and I was just so… impressed? By their… disinterest? It’s the American dream, people. First generation kids who are makin’ their way in this capitalist mecca, and they could care less what you think. Oh, and that’ll be five twenty-​six, please.
That’s the only way I can describe ‘em.
A student ghetto treasure.