From Austin, we took I-35 north, passing a Whataburger every couple miles. It is hard to resist the allure of those orange and white roofs when in the mood for a burger, but we were holding out for the Spanos Coffee Station in Crawford, where President Bush goes for his beef-and-potato fix. Even though my mom never allowed us to eat at restaurants attached to gas stations, I figured she might make an exception for George W.’s hangout. He orders a cheeseburger and onion rings, so I did the same and was not disappointed by the juicy meat and fresh vegetables between the buns. My husband, a chicken-fried-steak connoisseur, can’t stop thinking about the perfect slab of fried beef that he ate up at a table next to a life-size figure of Bush. In fact, he seems to be everywhere in the Coffee Station—in military gear, holding a Bible, and in many photo montages with locals. We sat across from a table full of camo-clad hunters, discussing what quarry they had harvested that day. I guess George W. isn’t the only hunter around these parts.
We heard that there was an Oktoberfest going on in town, but the two older men sitting on the bench in their authentic trucker hats didn’t know anything about it. If the Coffee Station isn’t enough, the celebration of all things Bush continues