Randy's Burgers — Restaurant in Mount Pleasant

Well now, let me tell y’all somethin’. I’ve eaten burgers from Amarillo to Abilene, from the Panhandle down to the Gulf, and lemme say this plain—Randy’s Burgers? That’s the real deal, partner.

I pulled in around lunchtime, sun beatin’ down like it owed the earth money, and that hand-painted sign out front looked like it’d been there since the days when folks still paid in nickels and a handshake. That’s a good sign, in my book.

Soon as I walked in, I smelled that glorious perfume of grilled beef, fried potatoes, and fryer grease that’s been seasoned by years of Texas sweat and satisfaction. The gal behind the counter had a twang in her voice and a no-nonsense look in her eye. I asked her what was good. She said, “Burgers.” I said, “Sold.”

They slapped that patty on the grill like they meant it. None of that frozen hockey puck business. You could hear it sizzle like a mesquite fire in July. Bun was toasted just right—golden on the inside, pillowy on the out. They ain’t shy with the toppings either. Lettuce so crisp it snapped, pickles with bite, onions that’ll make a grown man tear up for all the right reasons.

Now the fries? Lord have mercy. Crinkle-cut, deep-fried, salted proper. None of that fancy nonsense—just honest potatoes doin’ honest work.

And the taste? Buddy, that burger went down smoother than a cold Lone Star on a hot day. Juicy, beefy, a little messy—just how God and Texas intended.

Ain’t no glitz, no avocado aioli or truffle oil, thank the heavens. This is the kind of burger that makes you sit back, pat your belly, and think, “Yep… that’s the one.”

So if you find yourself anywhere near Randy’s, don’t be dumb—pull in, sit down, and thank ol’ Randy for keepin’ it true. ‘Cause in a world full of fake smiles and fancier-than-thou food, Randy’s Burgers is a dusty little...

Very disappointed in the customer service of the young lady taking the dine in orders and the “manager” on duty today. A special needs man and his friend walked in asking for a cup of ice water. The cashier informed him they would have to pay for faucet water because it was their policy. The gentleman wasn’t understanding and kept asking. Rudely, the cashier walks off and another lady came. I assume she was the manager. He asked for water, stated him and his companion had been walking in 100° weather and they eat there regularly. As I was standing to offer to pay, the manager threw up her hands & said fine I’ll just go ahead and I’ll give it to you.

I understand policy. She should have said this time with an explanation behind it. This man was noticeably special needs as his friend was. After the couple left, the staff continued to talk and laugh about the man and what had happened. They spoke so loud that we could hear them at our table.

Very disappointing in how they were treated when they are regular paying patrons at that establishment. Giving styrofoam/ plastic cups and city water hasn’t hurt anymore. Great customer service...

Same as the review below. I use to love Randy’s growing up! It’s definitely not the same. The customer service today was awful….the workers there were more focused on their cell phones and playing around with each other….which I am sure is the reason my burger had tomatoes, and I asked for none, had no mayo, and asked for it. While I was there, a couple came in asking for water. I cannot tell you all of the details, but there was a gentleman who worked there, was willing to assist them, but then a very rude woman, who they may have referred to as the manager approached the area. Her behavior and attitude was very demeaning and disrespectful to the the couple. She provided them with a cup of water, but the manner in which she did was awful. I was just visiting Mt. Pleasant on this day, but will return of course, as this is my hometown; however, I’ll definitely pass on Randy’s. The old hometown love, when Mrs. Pam, Vakisha, and a number of others were there, has surely...