August 2012 by Jonathan P.
Lil'feller does, indeed, have seating (as promised). It also boasts a dark and dingy video-poker room (since it operates within the confines of South Dakota, wherein automated gambling is omnipresent). My friend and fellow traveler ventured a chicken-salad sandwich, which he deemed palatable, presenting all the basics: shredded chicken, mayonnaise, iceberg lettuce, and wheat bread. My house-brewed coffee, meanwhile, was more than palatable: it was downright good, which is a bit novel for a gas-station (though very much appreciated). But Lil'feller isn't just in Winner, it's a winner; and Winner itself isn't your ordinary town of twenty-five-hundred: it's the county-seat of both its own and the neighboring county. Lil'feller - at least in my limited experience - does justice to such a twin-seated town (even if one drops in, as I did, outside of its famous pheasant season).
