I have pulled over for boiled peanuts at more gas stations than I care to admit, and most of them tasted like warm, salty disappointment. So when I found a small Florida snack bar that does nothing but simmer peanuts in a handful of bold flavors, I figured it would be more of the same.
It was not, and my car smelled like garlic butter for two days to prove it. Bring napkins, bring cash for extras, and leave room on the passenger seat for a bag you will not be able to stop opening.
A Snack Bar on Seaboard Avenue
Blink on Seaboard Avenue and you might roll right past it. The building is small and plain, the kind of spot that looks more like a pickup window than a destination, with a modest sign and a short stretch of pavement for parking.
Step closer, though, and the smell gives everything away. Warm, salty steam drifts out the door, carrying hints of garlic, Cajun spice, and something faintly sweet from the cinnamon sugar station inside…