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  Oh my how wrong I was about this place...
  
  I thought it was a joke when the 35 year old husband and father of one who yells "GO!" at red lights when you're driving and claims to be "defiantly respected" by his "piers" suggested we go here for lunch. I protested because I didn't want to eat at a gas station for lunch.
  
  This is no regular gas station. This place has some really good subs.. You enter your order on a touch screen which completely eliminates the need to speak to the person making your food. There's even a little area to sit down with a magazine and eat your sub. Plus this place has everything else you need. Beer, lotto tickets, cigarettes, soup, salad, slim jims, sunflower seeds, etc... Am I seriously reviewing a gas station in bumblef*ck NJ right now?
  
  Mid review reality checks aside, it doesn't take away from how good their subs are.

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  Posted on 09.10.12 Bobby C.

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  Great gas prices.  Sandwiches are great and self service checkout makes service quick. Girl behind the sandwich counter on 7/6/12 was incredibly rude.

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  Posted on 07.28.12 Robert Z.

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  Great spot with great location for both Rt 31 and heading into Hopewell to stop for a quick bite. The staff has always been friendly and the ordering system is easy to use. It's also pretty inexpensive!

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  Posted on 03.17.12 Ryan L.

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  Quick Check is where you go in New Jersey when you're bored, stoned, hungry, horny, sick, sleepy, and drunk. It was made for angsty teenagers. For many it's a place where you pull up, fill up (on gas, alchohol krispy-kreme, cigarettes, coffee, and trashy magazines) and then speed away into the New Jersey dusk... back to paused video games, coffee craving bf/gfs, and lame 'dude...totally the party of the year' get togethers.
  
  But to me... Quick Check was heaven. We had an interesting (some may call it sad) co-existance together:
  
  New Jersey --- specifically Mercer County is not the most happening place.
  
  BUT stuck in the middle of New Jersey in muggy summer weather, when you have no idea how to drive at the age of 21 (see previous post: <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/LlL0I2MtRkeu77QSjOjiQg?hrid=zpnYZZnw6FyQXoQRUAvL9A">http://www.yelp.com/biz/…</a>) is literally all out HELL!
  
  So....when my brother told me of a wonderful 24 hour store that had everything --- I was, intrigued, bewitched, and addicted....
  
  For those that have never heard of it - Quick Check could be called an "everything store." It's  full of pre-made sandwiches, magazines, Tylenol, fruit-snacks, ice-cream, frozen pizzas, coffee (that sickly sweet vanilla kind), and so much more. It's a well organized, well lit, and spacious convenience store next to a gas station, off a busy road. The moment you step inside --- you breathe....partly cause of the fumes outside, but moreso, because you know that this a place where "everybody knows your name..."...
  
  I used to plan my whole day --- all around a simple Quick Check run; my one chance to leave my house in NJ, where nothing is in walking distance. It even had priority over Blockbuster excursions.  See rundown of  basic day:
  
  1.) wake up at 1:00 pm
  2.) do nothing for three hours
  3.)  spend hour making lists of things needed at Quick Check in between Real World and Surreal Life marathons.
  4.) Spend a good three hours and a half arguing and counting out pennies for an obligatory poker game with my brother, just to "win" a ride to my heavenly go-to store.  
  5.) wait around .....wait around.....wait around.....
  
  .... So....at about 3:00 am, when my brother craved PowerAde and had finally relented to take me --- it was on!
  
  Once inside the magical world of 24 hr. heaven, I would take my time down the aisles; gathering up bundles  of the latest celeb magazines, along with carefully hour invested scribbled list items. There was always some creepy guy at the counter who I went to middle school with, so exact change was calculated beforehand (though never correctly).
  
  After creepy paying interaction was hurriedly completed, I'd head back to the magazine section to be sure that I'd grabbed the most updated list of "too skinny celebs. "  In between learning about Hilary Duff's new romance and Cacee Caab's obsession for Nick - I'd be startled by an angry honk, as my brother would pull up outside QC's beautiful automatic doors:
  
  "Come on!...I'm leaving without you!"
  
  My 20 minutes of pure bliss over - I'd say  a quick good-bye to it all, except the creepy guy counter guy....
  
  .... And like a modern day suburban Cinderella, I'd sadly go back to my NJ home-bound existence for an exciting night full of Howard Stern and Cher dance-athons... by myself.

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  Posted on 07.27.06 Jessica T.

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