Don’t think anyone’s mentioned Eurostop on the French side of the Strasbourg/Kehl border. Brash bright and modern it was but always full of truckies in my Iran Container days. The rooms were comfortable, French motorway standard food but the bar was well stocked and the jukebox had several T-Rex records on it including Jeepster my favourite at the time.
Massive parking area around which a Southampton driver introduced me to the delights of the range change Berliet. Bliss after the Mack Quadruplex. I always used to wonder, “What do these cosseted drivers do all day without two sticks and 24 gears to work through and continuously remember?”