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Whataburger: The True Texas Burger Experience


Death By Burger. Photo by Ronald McDonald

In Texas, if you want a hamburger, you go to one place: “Whataburger”. Born in Corpus Christi in 1950, it is the homegrown holy grail of burger joints. Always fresh cooked to your order with all the fixins’. It is a redneck culinary delight. Sure, we have other boys popping up on prime real estate. “In And Out,” and “Five Guys” are a bunch of West Coast flakes trying to sneak in here and contaminate our burger pool. Cute little paper-wrapped sandwiches you eat with one pinky finger sticking out like you’re drinking a glass of Chardonnay at a movie star pool party. I would like to see Spielberg try to eat a Whataburger.

I whipped into my local orange and white Whataburger here in Granbury yesterday for my monthly fix: a burger, fries, and a Dr Pepper made to my order.

The voice from the speaker said, ” would you like to try our number 4?”

I replied, “no mam, just a Whataburger meal number 1 with fries and a small Dr Pepper, hold the onions and add two spicy ketchup’s.”

A few moments ticked by, the voice says, ” Sir, the meal comes with a large drink.”

Not trying to be difficult, well maybe just a bit, I say,” Yes, I know that, but that is too much liquid and my old bladder is smaller now, so I can only handle a small Dr Pepper or I will wet my jeans. I will pay for the large drink, but make it a small.”

Now the voice from the speaker is getting testy,” Sir, it comes with a large drink, and you have to take the large drink, that’s what has to happen.”

I pull up to the pick-up window for my meal. The lady opens the window and thrusts a large drink into my hand.

I hand the drink back to her, and she shoves it back to me. I set it on the ledge and said,

” I will pay for the large Dr Pepper, but I want a small drink. Just make the substitution, and I will be on my way.”

She is clearly shaken and bug-eyed. She leaves, and in a few seconds, the manager appears at the window.

“Sir, you have to take the large drink, that’s the way it is. Our kitchen is in turmoil now because you changed the Number 1 meal.”

“Tell you what Bub, take the Dr Pepper back, and give me a small Dr Pepper shake with chocolate ice-cream instead of the Dr Pepper drink,” I say.

Now the crap is really hitting the fan. The window lady, standing behind the manager, is leaning against the counter, weeping. The manager looks like he got goosed by a cattle prod, and the kitchen is in a tither.

After a few minutes, the vehicles behind me began to honk. The guy in the pick-up truck directly behind me takes his shotgun off the gun rack and chambers a shell. Texans take their burgers seriously, and this is about to get nasty. There is nothing scarier than armed men in pick-ups having low blood sugar because they can’t get their feed bag.

The window opens again, and the manager tosses me my burger meal, a large and a small Dr Pepper, and a small Dr Pepper shake. He also gives me a gift card for twenty dollars, a Whataburger COVID-19 mask, and a coupon for 30 days of free Whataburgers. ” No charge, and have a nice day,” he says.

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16 Replies to “Whataburger: The True Texas Burger Experience”

  1. I love Whattaburger. We have them in Florida too, only the folks who work there are mostly metrosexuals and ya gotta watch what you say to the staff otherwise you never know what you might find inside your burger bun. Discretion is always the better part of burger.

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  3. Sounds like we need one of those in Wisconsin, although the lady who runs the grill at the golf course makes a pretty mean cheeseburger with grilled onions. And beer. No carbonated sugar water for me.

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  5. Since we’ve been wintering in the RGV, Whataburger has become a fave fast food stop. I prefer the chicken burgers, but hubs is a die-hard beef burger guy there (totally opposite to what’s “normal” for us, as he usually prefers poultry to beef and me, vice versa). We’ve never had a bad service experience at Whataburger. Your post was a fun read!

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    2. My trusty Whataburger manager & friend, Eli, tells me when they see a bus load of boy’s (usually sports teams) drive up, they immediately slap a load of beef patties on the grill. If it’s a girls volleyball team or such, they start grilling the chicken.

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      1. A few years back, Momo and me were at our Granbury WB and a girls volleyball from Stephenville came in. WB mad sure the girls got their food fast and treated them first. My grandson eats them all the time now that there is one on the island.

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  8. If ever I visit Granberry, I’ll try the Whataburger ploy. Sounds right up my alley. And it ends with a burger. Can’t bet that with a stick.

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