Old Town Chevron

We have had a long drive and still a long way to go. we came in to buy snacks and drinks and to use the restroom. SARAH wouldn’t let us use the restroom even though we were making a purchase over $ 10. She said we had to be pumping gas to use the restroom. Never in my life have I heard this as a policy. She said «I don’t care I will still keep my job»
Welcome to the 21^st century where we can review your «customer service» for the world to see. Never stopping here again.

This place has the worst customer service. Do not trust the very tall gas attendant either. He will steal you blind. I have never had such bad service, and this guy does not like women, treats them horribly and talks to them rudely. Do not give this place your business.

It was a Saturday morning and we were looking for a place to park Downtown. Parking around the area is relatively expensive so we kept looking for the next lot and the next lot… and the next lot. Finally, past the edge of the main Downtown area, I saw a sketchy sign that said $ 3.95 all day at the Chevron gas station. I pull into the lot and yup, sketchiness was confirmed. Just the area and the people who cut through the lot to walk through as it’s located on a corner. The guy told me to park in front of the auto repair shop. All right, I guess they’re closed on weekends. The only consolation was the fact that there was one other vehicle parked for the day and it was an Audi. I thought, well, if someone’s going to break into a vehicle, they’ll go for the Audi first. I proceed to pay the attendant inside the building. I gave him a five and got $ 1.05 in return. Good deal. It was more than a few blocks to the main Downtown area but it’s Portland. Portland blocks are probably the shortest in all of North America so no big deal. It actually worked out since we checked out the Saturday Market at the waterfront park afterwards, which is just a few blocks over. By the time we returned, there was another car parked beside me. A Jaguar. I guess the moral of the story is, if the sketchy three dollar and fifty cent Chevron parking lot is good enough for Audi and Jaguar drivers, it’s good enough for you.

I never thought I’d feel inclined to write a review –or feel any sort of excitement, with words to express– about a gas station. Never say never.
Once I moved back to Portland, I wasn’t all that excited to hand over the freedom to pump my own gas, especially in a city that has few gas stations that are open past 11PM. Thankfully, I ran into this Chevron –one of the few stations that’s open twenty-​four mother-​loving hours.
Although open 24 hours, that’s not the reason I felt compelled to write a little bit about the glory of this gas station.
Every single time I stop at this Chevron, the most cheerful man (one of two) pumps my gas, smiling the whole time, making conversation. These men are the Santa Clause’s of service station attendants; and, I am smitten by the kindness.

I don’t know if it was this specific Chevron, but I got a fatty ticket for pumping my own gas when I drove from San Francisco to Seattle for the first time. It’s not legal to pump your own gas in the state of OR. So consider my fatty ticket a fair warning.