When I last visited the doctor a few weeks ago to get my raging sciatic nerve looked at, my blood pressure measured just a tick below elevated. Sodium-loaded visions danced through my head: Guy Fieri’s revolting gas station food; the botched attempt to create frozen Jucy Lucys; 30+ items of wildly varying quality, sampled at last year’s Minnesota State Fair.
Then, last week, we learned of Kwik Trip’s new limited-time offering, the Hormel SPAMwich. We didn’t have to review KT’s Mountain Dew Dunker Donuts, the Wisconsin-based gas station’s previous viral-by-design LTO. But exactly 6,107 of you read Em Cassel’s (generous!) taste test of ’em, so yeah, reader demand exists for culinary gas station appraisals.
And those fuckin’ SPAMwiches present a local angle less tenuous than KT being headquartered across the Mississippi River in La Crosse: Hormel is the pride of Austin, Minnesota. Setting aside my own health and an inherent resistance to PR gimmickry, I had to eat the grab-‘n’-go breakfast sammies…