So, one wouldn’t exactly call anywhere in Texas during the month of August “paradise,” but the greasy, cheeseburger goodness I enjoyed in the East Texas town of Mt. Pleasant had me humming Jimmy Buffet all the same.
When my boyfriend and I pulled up to the small metal building that is Randy’s Burgers a few weeks ago, our stomachs were growling. I had flown in to Dallas right around noon, but we decided to bypass the downtown lunch scene in favor of this wonderful small-town burger joint.
And let me tell you, after three hours in the car, a greasy brown paper sack never looked so good.