Chad H.
Google
This review isn’t about the pizza, the donuts, or even the friendly folks behind the counter. It’s about one simple thing: half & half. Or rather, the total absence of it. Every. Single. Time.
I don’t know what’s going on at this Casey’s, but that dispenser where they’re supposed to keep the big chilled bag of real half & half? It’s always empty. Not once in a while — not occasionally — every confounded time I stop in.
And here’s the part that really fries me: it’s not like asking them to put it in there is some big heroic act. It’s literally part of the setup! But instead, you’ve got to stand there, pre-caffeine, digging deep into your reserves just to muster up a polite voice to ask for something that should already be there.
Anyone who depends on coffee to get functional in the morning knows what I mean — that fragile, pre-verbal moment where you’re still buffering like bad Wi-Fi. That’s not the time to be negotiating with your barista about dairy. It’s the time when the half & half should already be waiting for us.
They’ve got three ten-thousand-dollar coffee machines shining like trophies, but apparently no one can be bothered to drop a $20 bag of half & half in the dispenser. Meanwhile, your only option is that sketchy room-temperature “creamer” that looks like it’s survived a nuclear winter. Sorry, but no thanks.
Casey’s, if you’re listening — this is not a big ask. It’s one of those little things that turns a convenience store into an inconvenience store real fast. Please, for the love of caffeine and human civility, just keep the damn half & half stocked.