Bathroom was disgusting and cashier was extremely rude. I will never go back

Went here on thursday got a soda, and candy bar fine then I checked my bank account on Friday morning not only did that charge me for this but some one at this store also charged me another 300 dollars for what I dont know .talked to the manager .shed nothing she can do.mean while I cant pay my bills and now have lat fees be careful that this branch doesnt STEAL YOUR MONEY ALSO WHAY MY CARD WAS RAN TWICE IS BEYOND ME. Thank you Cumberland farms for screwing me over are you going to pay my late fees when every you get around to returning my money. I left messages with corporate but of course your closes will you even return my call Monday morning

So glad they put a Cumbies here! Always well stocked, coffee is great, clean, and gas discount always works.

I wanted morning coffee. Staying at a Quality Inn near the Albany airport, the breakfast room offered orange juice, coffee, a waffle iron and waffle batter and even egg patties and bacon. Surprisingly, bacon can be cook on a conveyor belt, and cooked to a crispiness. I swear that half the inhabitants of the hotel were trying to score bacon or get a turn at the waffle iron, so I stepped out to a gas station turned into a convenience store by Cumberland Dairy. I wanted a slice of life with my morning coffee and breakfast sandwich, and I sat at a long table along the window, outfitted with three outlets. I plugged in my charger, attached my smart phone and began to respond to my correspondence.I finished a note, pressed send. I got up for coffee, taking my smart phone but leaving the charge plugged into the wall.Who would take my charger?This is a place where everyone has a cell, a charger and disposable income in the pocket.Ten people stood at the twin coffee bars, twenty urns of coffee and a long row of creamers and sweeteners, even Agave. I pulled a tall cup of the bold blend. I skipped the cream and sugar, nabbed a breakfast sandwich and waited in line to pay. Im that guy. Ill strike up a conversation. Ill strike up a conversation with a stranger in a place with strangers where everyone is going to remain a stranger unless they live very close to the c-store. The bus stop shelter read, Village Center, and yet I saw scores of people come and go, get coffee, gas up. I saw nobody holding a conversation with an acquaintance, a fellow villager. Only the clerks were holding those brief conversations that are cut short because a line of people await. A woman standing before me in line wore a lovely dress in blue gingham. She could have used a shopping basket, which the Cumby didnt offer. Her arms laden with snacks and Powerade, I had to ask, Are you going to a picnic?Kind of. Were heading up to Saratoga Springs for the races.The Whitney runs today?Yes, we drove up all the way from Florida. We see the race every year.Well, good luck if you are the betting type.She paid up, chatted with the clerk and said good bye on the way past me, going to the door, again laden with an arm full of items, now in plastic bags soon to be outlawed.Have a nice day, she said to me. So I didnt totally annoy her.I returned with my coffee and my sandwich to the counter. Three plugs, and I counted not one charger. A young man wearing a black knapsack sat on a stool, listening to music on a cell phone, music played a little too loudly. I thought of saying to him, Thank you for sharing your music. What I really wanted to ask him was the following two questions, What is your phone and what is your phone plan? Because that plan must be a great unlimited plan and that phone has a battery that wont quit.How much for a coffee?I slid mine over to him. Its free. I havent touched it.You already pay for it?Yeah. The breakfast sandwich too. I took a bite of the wrap, brisket, cheese and egg folded into a square.You didnt add anything to it.Nope, I like my coffee black. Go ahead, dress it up.Cool.Need a sandwich?Yeah, now that you ask. I could use something.I pulled out a five. This should cover it, right?Thanks, he went to the counter and ordered up.A man wearing no shirt and light, white pants walked into the store and called to the man, Hey, hurry up, the van is here!Hold up, man. Shes making my breakfast!Okay. Whats the rush. Hurry up. She aint got all day.He left the store with a brown paper bag with a grease mark on its side and a tall coffee.I turned back to my correspondence, but the coming and going of people at the village center with ten pumps, the bank full with motorists filling their tanks, distracted me.A truck rolled up. The side said, Mr. Junk.I thought about asking for a job.

Reminds you of an 80s style gas station, but it has excellent coffee for a gas station.

Easy in and out. 10 cents off!

Delicious coffee! Dont eat the tuna salad.

The best in Colonie.