My Story
Hi, I'm Betty,
Folks are always askin', "Betty, this is a damn good burger -- best in town -- where did a girl like you learn to make a burger like this?" Well here's my story…
I come from a small speck of a town in the middle of the Texas panhandle. "Big Dutch" Dixon was the only family I ever knew. He raised me from the time Mama hitched a ride with a surfer dude passin' through heading out to California. I'll never forget that day. I was just five when we watched Mama wave good bye as the red convertible sped out of town with the Beach Boys blasting on the 8-track. She never looked back. As a kid, I watched those old Gidget movies and thought of Mama and her moon doggie.
Now Dutch didn't have many talents but he could ride a Harley like a greased hog and made a wicked good mesquite burger. Many said the best in Texas. Anyway, like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and at sixteen I headed west to find Mama. Dutch vowed he'd not cook another burger till I returned. Well, I found plenty of beach boys, some I even loved. One used to call me "Gidget gone bad." I never did find Mama or a burger as good as Dutch's. Dutch passed on a few years back and all he left me was his burger recipe. Hell, I didn’t know the man could write, so here I am.
...After years on the road I started to get a little tired of cheap motels and even cheaper eats. I figured my body deserved better... So I got myself a little love shack on wheels, spent a lot of time driving cross country cookin' & entertaining overnight guests, weary souls lookin' for a good meal and warm bed. Seems there's something about a bowl of my liquid love (chicken soup) that could bring even the toughest buck to his knees. My food's not fancy, just good and cheap like me. Maybe the key to happiness is a full belly and warm bed.
