The cultural epicenter of Eastchester, New York. Its 24-hour convenience store and midget parking lot attract every guido in town. White souped-up Acuras, Honda Civics, shitty Jeeps, or the latest yuppy BMWs adorn this flourescent-lit haven. Only in a town such as Eastchester can the simple task of filling up a gas tank become a showcase of customized cars, techno music, girlfriend-beating, cigarette smoking, and hair gel. Recent hikes in gas prices have not had any effect on the amount of classy individuals keepin' it real, ashing their Marlboro Lights frighteningly close to thousands of gallons of petroleum and competing over whose family has the most mafia connections, owns the most nightclubs in Newark, or has cheated most on their income tax returns. Club Exxon (or simply "Club Exx")... never closed, never quiet, never cheap, NEVER classy.
eeey tony let's go to club exx and then we'll have enough gas to get us some calzones, eh?
af tony colavita 2. juni 2006