Flying J Travel Plaza

A welcoming stop. They have everything you would expect from a truck stop. Showers, movies, Dennys, casino, store with convenience foods and what ever else you may need. Oh, they have gas too!

Earlier this month, we were on a family road trip from Utah after visiting my brother and his family. On our way back to San Fran we stopped here for gas. We bought some pretty good chicken wings and fresh from the oven cinnabons (although the taste was off) to eat on the drive back. We left there and made it all the way to Cali. Upon check-​in at our hotel, my dad discovered that he could not locate his debit/​credit card and the last place he remembers using it was at this place. (Good thing my mom keeps receipts). We called immediately upon settling into our rooms and spoke to Wendy (turns out she was the GM). She took my parents address and said that she would put the card in the mail as we could not make the five hour drive back because we were set to fly home to Guam early the next morning. My parents put their total trust in a stranger and my mom said a prayer. They could have cancelled the card (joint account) but chose not to as they were traveling and they needed to be able to have immediate access to their money. Well, this week, my mom received the card in the mail. So to Wendy: THANK YOU sooooo much! You were good on your word. For that single act of kindness, you deserve a promotion or great big pay raise although I’m sure this is not your first time. So we rate this place five stars but mostly for Wendy’s honesty and good deed!

Terribles Casino attached to Flying J truck stop convenience store. When you walk into the door you get a gush of Cinnabon cinnamony goodness. If you are looking for food there is Dennys to the right.
All inclusive convenience store. They had fried chicken, country fried steak and sides, hot dogs, hamburgers, cold sandwiches and soups.
Bathrooms and showers for guests.

If you’ve made it to this Flying J while heading west, chances are you’re soaking wet from sweating bullets after the seemingly 1000-​mile stretch with multiple prisons but no gas stations of any sort.
I know I had about 3 cows wondering if I was going to make it to the nearest gas station or die in the dessert with my last wishes being that my cat travel companions eat me in order to survive.
Luckily, we made it… but just know before you go that it’s a good 3^rd of a tank of gasoline in between gas stations along this Nevada stretch.
Once we did arrive here, we were elated to see that not only were there copious pumps for us to refuel, but that this gas station/​travel center is also attached to a Terrible’s Casino, and having made it my the skin of by gas tank, I was obviously feelin’ lucky.
Ka-​Ching!