It had been many years since I last visited Patty Wagon – a small and fabled burger spot housed in an old Whataburger on N. May.
During that last trip, I was writing a review for the long-lost Red Dirt Report and was impressed with what I had, so while in the N. May neighborhood last week, my girlfriend and I stopped by for a revisited review on a different publication's dime.
When we arrived for lunch around noon, there was already a line running up against the door, which is always a welcome sign when desiring quality food.
After patiently going through the queue, we placed our orders at the counter and then landed one of the few open tables.
As we waited for our number to be called, I noticed Patty Wagon seemed like a packed jailhouse with the counter-staff acting as our wardens, except they were busily cleaning tables and throwing out trash.