What Would Texas Be Without Buc-ee’s?

The Look

A comfort retailer chain is the through-line of America’s second-most sprawling state.

Photographs by Eli Durst

Text by Charley Locke

Produced by Eve Lyons

AUSTIN, Tex. — Ask any Texan and so they’ll inform you: Buc-ee’s isn’t any abnormal comfort retailer. Sure, it sells the same old fuel, gum and sweet. But most of its items can’t be present in your common side-of-the-highway store.

There are contemporary barbecue sandwiches ready by staff in cowboy hats on the Texas State Roundup counter; refrigerated sausage wraps and turkey bites; shrink-wrapped pork tenderloin and crawfish fettuccine. You can purchase jars of peach cobbler, pickled quail eggs and candied jalapeños.

Beyond the foodstuffs, yow will discover camo-print neck pillows, sleeping luggage, throw blankets, dove-hunting stools and aprons emblazoned with the mantra “Hunting is life.” There are equipment that present allegiance to the state’s faculty athletic staffs, Texan house items (cowhide rugs) and a hot-pink flask that claims “Don’t mess with Texas women.”

Texans, or these simply passing via, can commemorate Davy Crockett with a faux-coonskin cap, in addition to mugs, shot glasses, flasks and enjoying playing cards emblazoned together with his well-known provocation: “You may all go to hell, and I will go to Texas.”

And, in fact, there’s merch.

You can purchase Buc-ee — a bucktoothed beaver in a crimson baseball hat — printed on a tent, an eraser set, a toothbrush and three types of bikinis. There are Buc-ee soccer balls, softballs, Frisbees and footballs. And then there’s the plush, grinning Buc-ee, which is available in sizes sufficiently small for a key ring and sufficiently big to face eye stage with a toddler.

“Today, I just came in here for my grandson,” mentioned Dan Bradshaw of Houston on a current Saturday, carrying a inexperienced T-shirt that reads, “GRANDPA. THE MAN. THE MYTH. THE LEGEND.” His grandson Austin, 2, threw a foam Buc-ee’s soccer into the air close by. “Other convenience stores just have small stuff. You go in there and you leave,” Mr. Bradshaw added. “Here, especially with grandkids, they have such a ball. You could spend an hour here. It goes by quick.”

When Arch “Beaver” Aplin opened the primary Buc-ee’s comfort retailer, in Lake Jackson, Tex., in 1982, he did so with the hope that it will sometime develop into a sequence. By the time the shop’s second location opened three years later, Mr. Aplin had partnered with Don Wasek. Together they expanded the chain regularly, opening 13 shops in its first 20 years, largely throughout the Gulf Coast.

“Anytime anybody in our family drives this way, we have to stop,” said Ms. Garner, who regularly gives Buc-ee’s T-shirts and platters as gifts. “You go out with more than what you intended, but you’re never dissatisfied at Buc-ee’s,” she said.

Buc-ee’s has evolved from a convenience store and gas station to a Disneyland of roadside capitalism. All Buc-ee’s are larger than the industry standard; each of the 14 supersized travel centers measures at least 50,000 square feet, more than 15 times the size of the average convenience store in 2018, according to statistics from the National Association of Convenience Stores. The Buc-ee’s location in New Braunfels has 50 toilets, 80 soda fountain dispensers and 120 fueling positions. At 68,000 square feet, it’s the largest convenience store in the world.

They say everything’s bigger in Texas. Beyond the state’s cowboy hats and pickup trucks, the adage also applies to the Texan’s outsize conviction that this state is unequivocally superior. There’s an abundance of pride here in the state’s brief history as a nation, its superior way of life and, yes, its gas stations. Sure, there are other beloved regional convenience stores — some shoppers in the mid-Atlantic region swear fealty to Wawa, and ABC Stores has a strong fan base in Hawaii. Some franchise roadside refuel stations (Dunkin’ Donuts, Sheetz) or supermarkets (Wegmans, Piggly Wiggly) capitalize on a shared geographic identity. But there’s something different about Buc-ee’s.

“I thought it was like a super Wawa, but this is the size of about 22 Wawas,” said Jack Willard of Voorhees, N.J., during his first Buc-ee’s encounter, while visiting friends in Houston with his wife. “It’s not a convenience store at all — it’s like a department store, almost.”

The success of Buc-ee’s is built on two distinctly Texan features: its unmistakable character and its reliance on highways. In such a big state, the competing visions of what it means to be a Texan are separated by hundreds of miles. Yet all Texans identify with the open road. There’s the lived polyphony of Houston, a city known for its diversity and its sprawl, defined by the loop of Interstate 610. There’s the stark drama of Big Bend National Park, which contains an entire mountain range, a four-hour drive from the nearest commercial airport. There’s the quiet immensity of the state’s border with Mexico, which stretches for 1,254 miles along small-town roads from El Paso to South Padre Island. While their visions of the state differ, Texans see it from the same vantage point: through a car windshield.

This year, for the first time, Buc-ee’s hopes to expand its fandom to customers outside its home state. In January, the first store outside of Texas opened in Robertsdale, Ala.; the company plans to start building three stores in Florida this year. Early signs are promising. At the opening in Robertsdale, traffic backed up as lines of eager customers — from Alabama, from Louisiana, even some from Texas — waited to try the heralded Beaver Nuggets and sparkling restrooms. Buc-ee’s hopes to be the go-to stop not only for those driving across Texas, but across the Southeast — and beyond.

“Our owners have made it clear that as long as they’re still having fun building new stores, they’ll continue doing it,” said Jeff Nadalo, the general counsel for Buc-ee’s.

And they shouldn’t have trouble filling those stores with employees. Buc-ee’s workers are guaranteed a $13-an-hour starting wage, and a benefit package that includes three weeks of paid vacation and 401(k) matching. But many join the staff for the love of the brand. Delia Gaona Villarreal, who chops brisket at the Temple, Tex., location, became a Buc-ee’s regular in high school, when she’d pick up an Icee on her way home from soccer tournaments. Cristina West, who primarily works at the fudge counter in the same shop, was first “blown away” by the convenience store when she visited it on her honeymoon.

“It’s a very warm feeling when you come in here — everybody greets you, and they’re sincere about it,” said Ms. West as she handed out samples of Beaver Buddies animal crackers. “It’s just your typical Texas thing. We love our state, we love our home and we want everybody to feel welcome here.”

Source link Nytimes.com

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