When the long day’s done, when nostalgia seaps through, there’s still time left, for a burger and brew, at the one place in town, that’s pulled Houston through – the Depression, the wars, and the freeways.
“Fit for a King,” don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that fling, that original sauce bling, that seeded bun sting, that all crisply tells us, “you’re eating at Prince’s tonight!”
From 1934, through the ’80s or so, your good taste in burgers, was all we could know, of a meal that was laid out, quite perfectly so, in a kitchen just this side of heaven.
With rings on the side, as the onions were fried, you charmed us with carhops and Elvis. – We flocked to your gate, and we always stayed late, but the smooching was hard on the pelvis.
On South Main you were royal, to your subjects so loyal, and you soon built a thousand locations. – Then hitting them all, ‘came our gist of it all, as our favorite on-the-go avocation.
You closed down for a while, but you came back in style, with a plan for the new generation. No carhops this time, just burgers sublime, and a dab of the ’50s, in sweet spiritual decoration.
And now that you’re back, with a storefront or two, it’s still nice to taste, a great burger from you, but I still have to ask, ‘fore the clock on me, gently, I hope – just slips me away too:
“Who is that beautiful girl whose carhop cutout figure now hangs on the wall of your Briar Forest place? I remember her from the old days, but I never got her name!”
The Pecan Park Eagle 
October 1, 2009 at 3:31 pm |
Right on the nose. It was a treat for my folks to take me. I miss eating in the car. Their burgers always had that great sauce and they had the best French Fried Onion Rings. My mom loved their shrimp.
April 8, 2013 at 11:34 pm |
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