When I posted on Facebook that we were going to Houston, my Texan friend Karen said “Be sure to stop at Buc-ees!”
Thinking it was another great Texas BBQ joint, I said, “Sure! What is it?” Then she explained:
Buc-ees is a fast-growing chain of super clean, shiny gas stations in southeast Texas that people are fanatical about.
A gas station?
I gathered from the Buc-ee’s (pronounced “Bucky’s”) website that along with fuel, they sold touristy knick knacks and some Texas souvenirs. So I added this curiosity to our agenda. When we left the NuRVers Rally in Gonzales last week, we drove some 16 miles out of our way to see their flagship store in Luling.
“Bu-cees: Everything You Ever Needed, You Just Didn’t Know It”
Buc-ees is a new phenomena that’s exploding because of their crazy Texas highway billboard campaign and sparkling restrooms that rival any in the finest casinos in Vegas (and even my own RV’s bathroom!).
As we walked through the shiny doors in Luling, I swore I heard angels singing. One look inside, and it was obvious: Buc-ees is more than a gas station.
It’s the closest thing to a religious experience I’ve ever had!
That cute little Beaver sells aisles of tasty road food, over 18 different kinds of the best fudge we’ve ever eaten, rows of homemade Texas eats like chow-chow and pickled okra, local music CDs, lawn furniture, toys, sporting goods and endless choices of Buc-ee’s propaganda.
Nothing is cheap looking or second-rate, it’s all first class and big, loud and proud, just like Texas!
And don’t think for a minute that the hook was in the gas prices, because they were cheaper than the competition.
After traveling over 35,000 in the last three years, I was practically on my knees, stricken with surprise and happiness at seeing a gas station that was so happy to see me!
My only gripe; they’re not big-rig friendly on purpose, so if you’ve got anything longer than a 40′ RV, you’ll need to park on the street. But trust me, it’s worth the effort.
Some people are afraid of Buc-ee’s cult-like following. And now that I think about it, they might be right. Maybe that sneaky little Beaver is dosing the fudge with something illicit. Because somehow before we walked out, I willingly surrendered nearly $40 on fudge, chow-chow, “Beaver Nuggets” (think: deep fried Corn Puffs) and a Beaver hat for Jim. Me, the biggest penny pincher there is, was happy to give it all up for Buc-ee’s.
Strange. Very. Very. Strange.
5 thoughts on “Holdin’ It for Buc-ee’s”
Because of this post, Sam and I stopped at Bucees in Luling today on our way home to NM. We got out of there cheaper than you did. We both bought breakfast burritos and a drink. It’s a great place to stop for a quick meal.
I’ve actually been flying along at highway speeds, only to be stopped in a long Buc-ees traffic jam!
You seem to have captured a lot of our Texas “culture” on your visit. ; )
Been to a Buc-ee’s, or at least driven by? Why not reply with your favorite billboard slogan? My toppers: “Mmm… Beaver Nuggets” (we just had to get some), “30 Miles. You can hold it”, and my all time favorite: “Stop Staring, It’s a Beaver!”