Land Of The AutoBurger
Some of my favourite places in the world are motorway services in the UK. I like that they have no romance to them. They are simply for taking a piss, having a terrible cup of tea, and maybe playing Sega Rally. The physiological essentials of life.
(I also like that some dabble with function-free futurist architecture, such as the weird hexagonal faux traffic-control tower up at the top of the M6 near Lancaster, and I occasionally wonder if someone could get digs living above their grubby, truncated shopping malls – but that’s sort of irrelevant.)
I was, more relevantly, delighted to discover this Motorway services information and review website.
I particularly like that they have a gallery: