An hour southwest of Houston off US 59 is the town of Wharton, Texas the home of what has become a favorite stopping point for us — Buc-ee’s. There are many of Buc-ee’s throughout Texas and this one is “ours.”
I am at a loss to describe Buc-ee’s. The Wall Street Journal wrote a piece saying it was an oversized convenience store but that’s not accurate. Buc-ee’s is a truck stop, but without the trucks. There are signs “no 18-wheelers please.” No dodging big rigs at the rows of gas pumps.
The residents of Wharton must shop there, how else can one explain the mulch bags for sale outside the entrance? I have never purchased mulch on vacation.
Automatic doors slide open and the rush of cool air sucks you in from the Texas heat. Here is where you must be careful as first timers will come to a halt as their brains process the site before them. You don’t want a “rear end” collision.
Two registers with smiling greeters are strategically placed beyond where the doors open leaving the entrance open. I don’t know if this was an intentional design but I noticed.
The first time I went into this Buc-ee’s I was looking for a restroom, a mission I nearly forgot as I took in the sites of a department store, deli, candy counter and more. The place is huge, but then again we are in Texas.
The restrooms alone are worth the stop. They are not an afterthought or a way to meet code requirements. They are incredible. I know, who goes on about bathrooms? These bathrooms have won “America’s Cleanest Bathroom” awards beating out posh hotels.
A hallway, decorated, not stacked or shelved with home decor products that are for sale, splits into a “T” – Men to the left, Women to the right.
Be prepared once again for sudden stopping.
My first reaction “I’ve taken a wrong turn, I am in the administration section or a dressing room.” Before me is a room the size of most convenience stores, a sparkling clean room, sinks off to the side with granite tops and glistening faucets. High ceilings and lots of light. Wooden doors line the walls, behind these are the toilets, no metal three-quarter walls between them, individual rooms. A bit of privacy. Restroom in the true definition.
There must be Buc-ee bathroom fairies that keep everything so clean but I never saw them. My one regret? I didn’t take a picture!
We probably would have stayed longer but we are anxious to see our grandson (um, and his parents) so we say goodbye to Buc-ee the Beaver knowing full well we will stop on our way home.