Buc-ee's Commercial

If you have not yet had the great pleasure of making it to a Buc-ee's, you need to make that happen . . . soon. Buc-ee's is awsome. Buc-ee's is a happy place to be. Buc-ee's is an incredible experience.

Before I go any farther, it must be stated: Buc-ee's is a convenience store. How could a convenience store get this kind of praise? The first Buc-ee's I went to is about twenty miles north of us, on the interstate. I can still remember walking into it last August and thinking, "Where in the world am I?"

This particular store is huge, very huge. Probably somewhere between 60-70 gas pumps. There is a separate outdoors store to it. Incredible food that they make in-house. The restrooms are immaculate and huge. If I even tried to describe the awesomeness of the food, drink, and random assortments of things to buy in there, I would do it injustice.

I realized Buc-ee's is a cultural phenomenon when I saw many kids wearing Buc-ee's t-shirts last week at camp and was involved in multiple conversations with kids about Buc-ee's.

Buc-ee's are all over southeast Texas. The farthest north store I have seen is the one close to us, in Madisonville. But they are all over the place in the region. They range from the super-sized stores to fairly small stores in smaller towns. But they share many things in common: cheap gas, very clean, nice restrooms, and awesome food/drink options.

I went into one last week in Wharton (one of three that I made it to on my trip to camp and back) and noticed a sign that says minimum wage for works at Buc-ee's is $12-$13. After I saw that, I knew that I had to start shouting from the mountaintops about the awesomeness of this place.

If you at all can, you've got to make it to a Buc-ee's . . . soon. You'll thank me for it.