The last thing I imagined, when a friend offered to take Adam and me to lunch at the Shell station, was that It would become one of my favorite places to eat. I accepted the offer reluctantly; quite unenthusiastic about the prospect of eating gas station burritos or vacuume packed sandwiches. As we entered the store, we were guided past the chip aisles and past the heat lamped burritos to a small set of tables next to a kitchen in the back. To my surprise, there were several people back there, chatting at the tables, enjoying lunch. Adam quickly stepped up to the counter and ordered a burger and fries, but I, feeling snobbishly leery of the quality of food (specifically beef) one could get in the back of a Waterville gas station, opted for a tuna melt. I don't know what she did, but the lady in the kitchen worked some serious tuna melting magic. It was good! So good, in fact, that I bravely decided to try a bite of Adam's burger, which also turned out to be quite excellent.
I was on a tuna a melt kick for a long time after that first visit. I wouldn't order anything else because I knew I liked it and I didn't want to risk ordering something I might enjoy less. Then one day, we discovered the soup.
I had always ignored the little crock pot sitting on the counter, figuring it was probably just warm canned soup. Adam decided to try it first, and as soon as he dipped the ladle we realized that we had been missing out. It was not just chicken noodle soup. It was obviously made from scratch, with hand-made noodles and it tasted just like my grandma's chicken and dumplin's! I should have ordered my own cup because after several "just one more" bites, Adam's portion had been reduced by half! We discovered later that the clam chowder is even more amazing than the chicken noodle soup! Next on the "need to try list..." biscuits and gravy!
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