If you ask my dad where he wants to get dinner, even if it’s celebrating his birthday/ a raise/ 30th wedding anniversary, he will say Whataburger every time.
For as long as I can remember, any time my mom was out of town or gone for the evening, he would take us to Whataburger for dinner. I always thought he was saying WATERburger (that’s a Texas accent for ya) and imagined the drive through worker dipping my burger in a sink full of water, then wrapping it up and handing it to me out the window. But how could it be dry when I opened it?!?! That was such a mystery to me as a kid. By kid, I mean until I was, like, 19.
We ate Whataburger all the time, and I’m not even mad about that memory. In fact, it’s one of my favorites.
When I see that orange and white, I think of my dad, windows down on Old Blue, riding on the bench next him, singing to the beach boys, picking up lunch for the fam.
I love that.
Random fact- in College Station, TX where Texas A&M is, their Whataburger is painted maroon and white. Because UT’s colors are orange and white. It’s unnecessarily excessive.
Are you wondering why I have pictures of a burger and fries?
OV06 trip to Texas. Stolen from Sgt. Lauren Hugel, U.S. Navy Attorney at Law/ Badass. Hugel I forgot your real title, but I think the one I made sounds pretty hard core. Kind of like Dr. Cardella, Medicine Woman.
So the point here is, if you wear orange today (buck up Aggies) to Whataburger between 5-8pm, your Whataburger is on the house.
And I am livid that I didn’t plan ahead and had sliders last night.
But probably not as mad as the people reading this who don’t live in Texas and henceforth do not have a Whataburger.
