The dried out fried chicken breasts under the heat lamp anywhere se habla Espanol are an acquired taste, dried out potato logs vary. Burritos, as noted, don't vary much throughout the day as they didn't have very far to fall anyhow.
No Stripes in San Antonio that I'm aware of, but I gotta give props to Valero's jalapeno sausage breakfast kolaches
Worst convenience store experience I ever had was just this side of Fort Stockton around 2am. I swear someone musta peed in the coffee, but it was 2am and my turn to drive and we was headed up 285 to Carlsbad and Artesia, wanting to be in Cloudcroft fer breakfast so I drank it anyways.
Pretty sure urine is sterile.
Birdwatcher