And yet, here's where Wawa falls down: soft pretzels.
Those bready, soggy excuses for Philly soft pretzels that sit and sweat at the Wawa checkout counters are truly sad. Don't even think about eating them. It's bad enough just to have to look at them. It makes you want to divert your eyes.
If Wawa can create a passably convincing grab-n-go milkshake why can't Wawa stores sell real Philly soft pretzels? I'm sure the chain can contract with an authentic Philly soft pretzel maker. Wawa is such an integral part of life in the Philadelphia region that its bastardization of the soft pretzel is almost sacrilegious.
C'mon Wawa -- you can do better!