Ampol Foodary Alexandria

This Caltex service station is great, the awesome coffee machine and the staff don't mind a chat whilst they work. They are always friendly and very easy to talk to so when I drop by for coffee and fuel as the work card is a Caltex fuel card so I think I've been to at least half the Caltex service stations in Sydney. Always nice to drop in to a service station where the staff aren't rude.
In saying that I haven't found a Caltex yet that hasn't been nice, some definitely need a refurbishment but all the staff are always happy to help and really nice.
Cheers!

Clean, tidy and well stocked

A dark night was upon me.
I’d set out on foot. What was I seeking? I wasn’t entirely sure. Let’s just say there was a void that needed to be filled, a pit that was screaming out from the depths of me; I set course for the local all-night convenience store in search of answers.
The soft orange glow of the streetlights was abruptly penetrated by the white, fluorescent bulbs of the petrol station. There it was. Was it a mirage? I hoped not. I was very keen to find out.
I approached the ever-inviting automatic doors. The promise they presented was practically limitless convenience. Treats, chocolate milks, car air fresheners; or indeed, all of the above. A blinding emporium of wonderment.

I was robbed of this moment. The doors did not open as rightly I anticipated. My head collided with the heavy glass – it was never more apparent that they were closed. When I regained my footing (as I’d lost it during the impact), I looked inside for something, anything to explain and rectify this situation.

Through my blurry vision I saw a young man venturing out from the back room, wielding a mop – possibly for protection. We locked eyes, and I pointed at the still closed doors in front of me.

He gestured towards the counter, and I nodded in a manner that suggested “Yes I agree, that’s where I’d like to go. But I’ll need to be let inside first.” It was an incredibly suggestive nod. Only then did I learn that he wasn’t gesturing towards the counter at all, but instead the ‘Night Counter’. To save you some trouble, this is an entirely different counter.

This man had no intention of opening the doors.
I became visibly and audibly flabbergasted. I said things like “why are you doing this to me”, and “please open the doors”. He simply continued his endless gesturing. I was in an argument with a mime. This dynamic continued for some minutes, until his body language (which is all I had to go off) literally (figuratively) screamed irritation. He walked over to the Night Counter, and I finally understood my purpose.

Conversing with a man through a thin sounding metal box, who is on the other side of possibly bullet-proof glass, was a strangely dehumanising experience. I imagine it’s very similar to prison. The exception being that you generally wouldn’t leave prison with a Maxibon. “Maxibon”, by the way, was what I was shouting through this gramophone at a volume which rendered the speaker absolutely futile. The absurdity of the situation also begged the question, ‘Was this important?’ Did I NEED this Maxibon? The answer again and again was, ‘Yes’. A thousand times yes.

At this particular Caltex, there is also a big orange and white sign that says, ‘Star Mart’. I likened this very much to the mildly popular ‘Star Bar’, the Hollywood themed club which is now kind of just a normal club in Sydney. I expected to feel like a star (or at least be treated as such). Instead, I was denied entry. That’s not very star-like.

You might object; It’s very difficult to review a place which one hasn’t actually been in to. You’d think that I wouldn’t bother typing this at all, maybe go back when it is actually open? But here we are. You’ve read this much, so you know full well that I did not go back to this establishment. Let’s see. Okay It looked nice from the outside, very clean, recently mopped – if not in the process of currently being mopped when I got there. A wide selection of convenience, which was subsequently made incredibly inconvenient, and consequently resulted in a minor head injury. Still, I can’t help but think about how far we’ve come.

My Great-Grandfather did not own a fridge. I’m told that he had an ice-box, and he would get an ice-delivery (apparently unrelated to the ever-popular methamphetamine provider) once a week.

Two generations later, I am screaming ‘Maxibon’ at a man who is probably being paid a quarter of the minimum wage, at two in the morning. And what do you know, he went over and got it for me. Did I deserve that? Absolutely not.

10 out of 10

Always have competitive petrol prices here and a great great place to get some late night snacks. Being close to Alexandria makes it good to run across and get a quick bit to eat.

Great place to stop and get fuel, good coffee and awesome snacks

A typical petrol station. Your life will not change for the better or worse. It's just a petrol station.

Diego M

1. Card charges are written on the pump DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF YOU ON THE PUMP so you can see them BEFORE you pick up the pump.
2. The franchisee makes 2.2 cents per litre NO MATTER WHAT THE PUMP PRICE IS. / Fuel cards and AMEX charge them 2.5 - 5 % per transaction. You do the maths.
3. Pump prices are dictated by the COMPANY.

Beautiful service. Thank you good people.

Found this place convenient as it stocks alot of things to get you by if the supermarkets are closed.

Very nice Petrol station,
Cheap and reliable.
Love supporting local business.

Convenient location, and with their mobile pay app, you can pay at the pump and be on your way pretty soon

Really helpful attendant! Helped me with a phone charger. 10/10 Service

Ahsan the night shift guy is always being very polite..He is the best..

Good place to shop for your day to day groceries and fuel.

Been there for petrol and wasn't to bad

Love those petrol fumes. Could stay there all day.

Good place

Good

Asha did a perfect job. Thanks

Fka Caltex. Go to for fill up near botany road Waterloo