C'mon, it's a 7-11...
Come in, brightly lit. Underpaid staff that still seem helpful. These are the people supporting big tobacco daily with their 15 minute breaks.
Wall of beverages. From water to beer. Soda, energy drinks and juice. Slurpees ready to assault your brain with the big freeze and lend you a diabetic twist.
The nachos.... oh mama, the nachos. I always loved making my own. Move the chips to the lid, lay down a serious lake of molten cheese and chili made of unicorn meat. Stack some chips on top and then drench them again. Keep going until you can barely lift the box and run. Seriously, you knew this all already.