The Best Southern Breakfast I’ve Ever Had Came From a Gas Station

The Best Southern Breakfast I’ve Ever Had Came From a Gas Station

Even the humblest stops can serve up something worth remembering.Robby Lozano / Food Styling: Margaret DickeyI can still picture it. It’s 1998 in Gatlinburg, TN, and the needle on my gas tank is dipping into a sad, horizontal slump. I’m also starving. I’ve got exactly eight minutes before I’m due at my summer job down the road, and of course I’ll use every second of that. I quickly pull my bright blue ‘92 Toyota Tercel into a bare-bones lot I’ve…