Zeus RuvalcabaLocal Guide
Apr 14, 2026
The space is very clean and the cashier was nice also
Reviews
174 from neighborsSourced from Google.
Ruben Jr. Rivera-Clemente
Apr 2, 2026
I’m a trucker and stop in on occasion to grab a snack and or use the facilities. Always a nice stop on my route! Appreciate the employees that make it an enjoyable experience! Cashier Eymi very great service!
Tricia HernandezLocal Guide
Mar 27, 2026
Nenita is always so personable
Melanie Dawn Gephart
Mar 23, 2026
Absolutely love KARIM! I just recently moved to Jarrell and he is the whole reason I go to Q Mart (that and I just found out Burger King is open 24/7)! Q Mart has everything you could possibly need on your travels anywhere, anytime!
John Jairo LassoLocal Guide
Mar 19, 2026
Diana es amable
Cundo Lopez
Mar 17, 2026
Diana
Joel Munguia
Mar 13, 2026
Diana Ramires excelente 👌 service
Amann Flores
Feb 23, 2026
Alana…. was very helpful and very nice at the Truckstop, thank you you helped me out a lot
Ricardo Ribeiro
Feb 13, 2026
I went by to get some tacos. Rosa was very kind and hardworking! She had everything clean, made the store look pretty!
Kristopher J Burke
Feb 2, 2026
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I walked into QMart during the apocalypse-level ice storm, fully prepared to accept my fate as a frozen parking-lot decoration. Karim—red shirt, khakis, QMart badge glowing like an ancient relic—listened to my tale of woe: my car frozen solid, windshield officially a glacier, and dignity long since evacuated the scene. He nodded. “The storm has chosen,” he said. And then it got ridiculous. Karim grabbed a glowing pack of ice pops from the freezer, his mop like a glowing battle staff, and flung open the automatic doors. Outside, the wind shrieked. Ice sheets the size of small planets descended from the sky. And from the shadows of the QMart parking lot… a giant, snarling Ice Monster made entirely of frozen slush and rogue grocery carts emerged. Karim didn’t flinch. He moon-slid across the ice in khakis clearly not rated for combat. He spun the mop like a helicopter blade, karate-chopped icicles the size of bowling pins, and then launched the ice pops into the air like fiery comets. The pops exploded into flames, forming a swirling, snack-powered tornado that melted ice and polished my car mirrors simultaneously. The Ice Monster roared, hurling a rogue snowblower at us. Karim somersaulted over it, caught a bag of chips mid-air, and flung it like a boomerang, perfectly striking the monster’s frozen eye. It howled. He then summoned a squadron of grocery carts that circled my car in formation, acting as both shields and distraction. Finally, he leapt onto the hood of my car, spun once, twice, three times, and pointed dramatically at the engine: “AWAKEN, MID-GRADE SEDAN OF DESTINY!” I turned the key. The engine roared. Thunder clapped. The QMart sign fired a neon “Q” into the sky. The Ice Monster shrieked, melted into a puddle of harmless slush, and then rolled away politely like it had learned manners from Karim. Karim landed in front of me, red shirt billowing, khakis unbothered, QMart badge glowing like a holy artifact. “I am not just a clerk,” he said. “I am QMart Man. Protector of parking lots. Master of hot dogs. Summoner of grocery carts. Slayer of ice monsters. Savior of stranded customers everywhere.” Then he calmly walked back inside to rescue the hot-dog roller, leaving me alive, thawed, and absolutely certain that QMart had its very own superhero. Five stars. Would trust Karim to save my car, my dignity, and probably the entire town from rogue weather phenomena.