During the first week of college, one of my friends on my floor asked, “Do you want to grab Wawa for dinner?”
I am from New York, so in my head, I was hesitant to give my usual reply of an automatic yes.
What is a Wawa? Are we grabbing chips and soda from the BP minimart? Valero? I envisioned Wawa food as 7-Eleven food — $1 pizza, greasy wings and rolling taquitos under a heat lamp. It was not until later that evening when I tried a wrap that the “where have you been all my life” epiphany occurred…