Anyone who has ever driven up or down I-95 along the east coast knows a little somethin somethin about SOTB, they have ridiculous advertisements for 100 miles in each direction taunting unt tantalizing your curiosity. Then when you finally do stop it’s nothing but a dressed up, run-down, depressed, rest stop. The type of place J.W. Gacy might have a hot dog and stab a methed out trucker. BUT you can get ice cream, firecrackers, and ridiculous fanfare…which i love! So cheers to you SOTB. Pedro is the homie…and mark my words, one of these days I’m gonna stop in again and treat myself to a nice bubble bath, champagne, jacuzzi room extravaganza!