Pecan Rolled: Stuckey’s Travel Center Now Open in Seminole

This weekend, I got out of Oklahoma City for the first time in a few months to help my ladyfriend move some antique furniture down from the ill-begotten town of Muskogee, where they don’t smoke marijuana. While there, I stopped at the sensually-named Kum & Go convenience store to, well, come and go with a couple of much-needed drinks for the ride home.

I was planning on writing about the place, but didn’t spend much time in there as a truckload of dirty white boys with handguns strapped to their hips came in and shot me with their evil eyes. I figured it probably wasn’t best if I took out my camera to take incriminating pictures, so I paid and left, nothing more than a stain on this Kum & Go’s memory.

That’s all right though mama, because cruising down I-40, somewhere around Exit 200, I noticed there was a newish Stuckey’s on the green landscape.

As I’ve written about in the past, I have had a longstanding love affair with the former truck stop/current travel center, extinct in Oklahoma for many years until I found one near Marietta sometime back. But this one close to Seminole, an absolute improvement, gave me hope for something of a truer comeback in the Sooner State.

Far less “touristy” than the Marietta Stuckey’s, there are the usual staples like Pecan Log Rolls available for an ungodly $6.99 and wooden mallets with the phrases “Attitude Adjuster” written on the handle. But what really intrigued me was the rack of Mexican-made clothes, things like bajas and ponchos, all at beautifully affordable prices. Stock up now!

And despite the roundly pro-American bumper stickers that promised patriotic ass-kickings galore, as I walked by Turbo Joe’s glass-case of fried foods, I decided on a beef tamale for the ride home. As the cashier was ringing that up, a tray full of large golden fried balls setting in the front caught my eye. I asked him what these were, thinking they were hush puppies, when he told me they were, in fact, boudin balls.

Yes, the Cajun favorite was surprisingly on the menu at this Stuckey’s and, unsurprisingly, I had to try them.

Even though there was no remoulade sauce to dip these hefty balls in, I couldn’t complain because these golden globes were a tasty treat to travel with, a seasoned mixture of rice and pork, rolled, battered and deep fried into a ready to eat gas station snack that kept me fully satisfied on the way home, a true come and go.

As the clerk handed me the receipt, he told me to be careful due to the ominous grand total: $6.66. I told him that I ain’t worried about the Devil today because I had just spent the afternoon in Muskogee.


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9 Responses

  1. Now this is a throwback!

  2. There’s an abandoned Stuckey’s on US-81 in the middle of Kansas with a large sailboat docked next to it. I don’t know why it hasn’t been torn down

  3. I haven’t been in Muskogee in a long time. I plan to keep it that way. I’m sure that the folks there won’t miss me at all.

    They do have nice azaleas there though.

  4. No tOkie in Muskogee? That’s a damn shame.

  5. Dirty white boys looked at you, a completely normal looking half-native/half-mexican who basically looks like a white guy anyways in the town of Muskogee with tribal folks literally everywhere with eyes that were somehow menacing? Sure they did, chief.

    So ridiculous. Or should I say ridículo?

    1. Hey – gotta keep the dissension going man.
      Conflict sells – imagined, antiquated, or else wise.

    2. “We don’t let our hair grow long and shaggy… Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.”

      I can easily picture Louis getting the stink eye from the gun-totin’ locals. That place is Oklahoma’s asshole.

  6. The write up and photos reminds us all to fill up your car with gas in OKC, and have enough snacks to last you until Fort Smith when heading east on I-40.

  7. About them guys who go out on weekends with penis enhancements strapped to their hips and congregate at the “Kum and Go.”

    What’s the back story? Why penis subStittutes?

    I know what he said and right there, in my urban dictionary, it says “guns” means “dicks”.

    So why? I’m imagining a bizarre high school hazing ritual gone terribly wrong.

    “Well, Joe Bob Willie was just supposed to simulate a sex act with the meat grinder. Then we all had to do it or look dumb.”

    A major motion picture story or some amatuer porn flick at least based on their shared experience coming soon to a drive-in movie / webcomic.

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