I genuinely don't understand how this place stays in business. Then again, put a gas station at a…read morebusy enough intersection and apparently you can survive on location alone, even while treating every paying customer like an unwanted houseguest.
I spent a week working in the area, staying at a nearby hotel, and unfortunately this was the only convenient option within a few blocks. Over that week, Honey Farms managed to turn the simplest retail transactions into a series of increasingly stupid hostage negotiations.
First, the doors. Locked. Constantly. Even in broad daylight. There's an entire convenience store sitting right there, fully stocked, but apparently customers aren't trusted to enter the sacred chamber of overpriced snacks. Instead, you're relegated to a little window where an employee greets you with all the enthusiasm of someone being served divorce papers.
Want an Arizona tea? They aren't sure they have em... Interesting, because I CAN LITERALLY SEE THEM FROM HERE.
Want a Slurpee? They don't know what flavors are available. You're inside. I'm outside. Perhaps one of us could investigate, Sherlock.
A bag of chips? Somehow, even that proved too complicated to sell me.(asked for cool ranch Doritos white bag NKD, they were clearly visible again from the door.
Every request, no matter how basic, was met with some combination of irritation, indifference, and the unmistakable impression that I'd personally ruined someone's day by attempting to purchase merchandise from a business that sells...wait for it...merchandise!
And the prices? Ten dollars for 24 ibuprofen. At that price, I'd expect the pills to cure my headache, file my taxes, and apologize for this insulting excuse for customer service.
Then there's the gas. I tried paying at the pump with my Chase (sapphire reserve) card and was greeted with a $250 authorization hold. I've traveled extensively and purchased gas all over the country, and I've never personally encountered a hold that ridiculous. Whether that's the pump's payment configuration or the card-processing system, it's another fun surprise at a place already overflowing w em.
I've spent years in hospitality, and I understand bad days, understaffing, difficult customers, and the occasional employee who would rather be literally anywhere else. But when every visit feels like you're inconveniencing the staff simply by existing, that's no longer an isolated bad day. That's obviously an operational problem.
The irony of calling this place a convenience store is magnificent. Nothing is convenient. The prices are insulting, the service is consistently hostile, and buying a beverage requires more diplomacy than an international peace treaty.
Honey Farms doesn't sell convenience. It sells resentment through a bulletproof window at international airport prices.
Do yourself a favor. Drive another mile. Walk through the rain. Develop a sudden appreciation for fasting. Literally do Whatever it takes to avoid this disaster of a business.
Because the only thing this place consistently delivers is the overwhelming desire to never spend another dollar here.
