Ode to Whataburger

Whataburger, you are awesome.
Whataburger, you are incredible.
Whataburger, you fill my stomach.
Whataburger, you do it well.

Your hamburgers are unlike any others.
The buttered bun is buttered and toasted just right.
The pickles and onions are placed perfectly, with awesomeness right in the middle.
And the meat, wow.

Your french fries are a perfect complement to any meal.
The crispyness is a little crisp but not too crisp
The flavor is just right because the salt is just right (not like McDonald's, with too much salt)
And when you dip the fry in the ketchup, wow. Speaking of ketchup . . .

Your ketchup is out of this world.
The ingredients are a mystery.
The little carrier you are in is so cool.
And when you go onto a hamburger, wow.

Your milkshake is unlike any others.
The ice cream has just the right flavors.
The wait for it to unthicken seems to last forever.
And if I drink you too fast, I get an ice cream headache.


Whataburger, you are awesome.
Whataburger, you are incredible.
Whataburger, you fill my stomach.
Whataburger, you do it well.


(And don't even get me started about your breakfast.)