I just have to write some reviews today in honor of some teenage memories. There is a tiny area in northern Mississippi, outside of Oxford, called Paris. Romantic, huh? It was to me. This gas station was my fill-up place of choice in high school. I remember on a few occasions in the morning, I got their breakfast sandwiches. Talk about a small, Southern gas station — this was it. I remember it fondly. Hmm, I hope it’s still there… :) They only had two pumps if I remember correctly. I miss it. :)