Navajo Burger — Restaurant in Lake Worth

(2nd stop on my DFW Burger Journey)

Navajo Burger—tucked inside a Shell gas station, the kind of place where you’re as likely to get a tank of gas as you are a gut-busting burger. I’ve been coming here for years, back when it was a Tommy’s Burger. It’s home turf, tied to a thousand late-night cravings and greasy brown paper bags soaked through with nostalgia.

Let’s be clear: this isn’t some farm-to-table, dry-aged, truffle-infused nonsense. This is classic greasy spoon fare—unapologetic, affordable, and exactly what you’d expect from a spot that shares real estate with a rack of windshield wiper fluid.

I went with a bacon cheeseburger, grilled onions, and a healthy dose of chili—because if you’re going to judge a place like this, you might as well go all in. The bacon? Crisped up just right. The seasoning on the patty? Respectable. But there’s no hiding the fact that it’s a frozen patty, and that unmistakable mushy texture took it down a peg. Still, for the price, it does the job. A solid 5.5 out of 10. If you live nearby, it’s worth a pit stop. Would I make a special trip? Not a chance.

The real star of the show? The onion rings. Golden, crispy, seasoned to perfection—everything you want in a deep-fried snack. If you find yourself here, do yourself a favor and get the rings. They’re the kind of side that makes you forget, if only for a moment, that your burger came out...

Somewhere contained within the liminal space, that is neither White Settlment or Lake Worth, sits a lone gas station, forgotten by time, that serves hamburgers that defy all odds. I should first say, that despite the fact these burgers have nothing to do with ancient native american traditions, standards, or practices, they are in fact quite tasty. Burgers can be ordered any way you desire with any number of toppings. Looking at the menu is useless as the people making your food have no idea what is actually printed up there. Simply list off items you wish to have placed upon your meat patty that you suspect can be found within the building, and you'll be told that when the food has finished you will be summoned. After several missed summons I finally got my burger oozing with juices that dazzle the senses. The delectable treat did not fail to satisfy my hunger, but it was only a mere minutes before myself and my partner felt an all too familiar rumbling from behind our belts. There was no speed in which we could drive home that we felt was both safe and fast enough to keep our underwear stain free. Though the meal was good, both of us spent the night tag teaming the bathroom like the VonErics in a cage match. While the food was good, I can not recommend that you eat here without first drinking some immodium to preemptively battle the evening...

Talk about a huge disappointment!! We had been planning our very first trip to try the famous Navajo Burger we have heard so much about for years. From the moment our foursome walked in not a good experience. Upon entering we noticed a rather foul odor. Yes, I know I should have left then but I didn’t, we ordered. Went around to find a table. There were no paper towels or napkins in the tables as is standard with this Covid so to wipe off the seats and tables. The surroundings were extremely dirty (again, yes, should have left then!) we decided not to even try to sit at these tables!! This employee handed my friend a roll of paper towels we took off what we needed, he handed them back she “spewed” at him “ You’ll have to buy them now!” He said “okay, no problem but what such an attitude? She replies, we have standards by the health department? For real??!! Then we witness her wearing the same gloves cooking, come out answer the phone then go to the cash register then back to the kitchen with her hands into the lettuce to put on our burger. We said no thank you!! Here’s $ for the paper towels and drinks...