Who’s down with OMV? R-H-O-B!
Muz and I drive to almost all of our travel destinations. It’s brought back a lot of road trip memories I made as a child and in college. (Easy-cheese on Ritz crackers, anyone?) Of course, there are some changes to my road trippin’ ways: paper maps are nearly obsolete thanks to GPS, Twizzlers aren’t available at most roadside stores, and fuzzy radio stations are less frustrating thanks to podcasts and playlists.
Despite all the changes, one road trip problem remains: the inevitable need for to the bathroom. After a couple of hours in a car and an un-Serbian love for drinking water, a Housewife needs a pit stop. And when the need arises, there is no more welcome sign than OMV.
OMV is a chain of gas stations/rest stops we’ve seen in Serbia, Croatia, Hungary, and Romania. RHOB, big freakin’ deal. Why are you writing about a rest stop? Because, dear readers, OMV is no ordinary rest stop. The bathrooms are always clean, the food is decent, and the coffee is pretty good. They even sell wine, should you need a quick nip before resuming a 10 hour drive with a puppy and a cranky Muz…not that I speak from experience.
When we drove to Slovenia with Kuma, she also admired OMV’s immaculate rest rooms and well-stocked stores. I’m not sure why U.S. rest stops are often so filthy, but they should call OMV and pick up a tip or two. Of course, the tip is pretty simple–keep things clean, serve decent coffee–but the N.J. Turnpike needs all the help it can get.
Unfortunately, I can’t gush about the other rest stops. Lack of TP, unworthy demands for entrance fees, and pit toilets don’t make RHOB very happy. But the blue and green sign is always a welcome sight. RHOB is down with OMV.
Accept no substitutes!
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