Best: Somerville, TX

Worst: Hearne, TX

The worst DQ is in Port Lavaca. Last time I was in there, the grease was so thick on the floor in the dining area I could barely stand up in deck shoes. I wouldn't eat a packet of sugar from that gross place.

I grew up in Big Lake, and when we finally got a DQ it was great. Every Thursday night it was all you could eat beans and cornbread. A couple of crock pots on the counter and it was help yourself to the beans.

How about a Dairy Inn. Or as the locals call it, the DI (dee-eye).

Love DG, #6 Dude combp is all i ever get there
Agree on Eagle Lake, ate there many times on hunting trips

worst: tivoli (spoiled milk in the watery malt and a "so what" attitude)

best: seminole (malt so thick you had to eat it with a spoon, wouldn't go through a straw)

honorable mention: kerrville (sometimes excellent, sometimes not) and the DQ on 59 between Refugio and Sinton (forget the name of the whistlestop where it is located)

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Best = George West. Thanks DVM!

Worst - Webster by my house. Sux.

I know just about every Whataburger and McDonalds in the state tho. Whataburger is better and McD is faster and car-friendly.

I don't know..small town MCD's can be SUPER slow. Try the one in Navasota...

the worst DQ is in Burns, OR. The food is inedible, if you've grown up in Texas and expect Texas quality food. I miss Texas something awful. I miss Whataburger more than DQ. Bend, OR finally got a Sonic, so i've got something to look forward to once every 3 months.

Just ate at the world's largest in Abilene last week. Two stories with stained glass windows, but don't be too impressed it still a DQ.

Groesbeck DQ!!!! When you're traveling from Dallas to BCS, Groesbeck is just past halfway. Also, I spent my summers growing up in Groesbeck and always loved going to DQ for lunch after a hard days work on the farm.

Best---Graham or Decatur
Worst--toss up between Sinton and Big Sandy

We used to stop at the Gorman one on the way in and out of our fishing place near Carbon.

I used to stop at the one in Gorman if passing through anytime around lunch or supper time.

One day when I was in the DQ in Gorman in the late 1970s, there were four local farmers sitting at the table behind me. I was amazed at their conversation -- their topic of conversation was about my hometown, Gruver, which is about 400 to 450 miles away from Gorman, and the feedlots around Gruver.

After retiring my granddad drank coffee with his cronies every morning at the Sweetwater DQ. Well, 4 out of 5 actually; one morning a week they drank coffee at the bank.

I couldn't help but wonder what the same 4 old farts talked about day after day after day. I suspect that at some point feed lots in Gruver were at least mentioned. They did this religiously for about 20 years.

Great stories. Love how DQ is part of the fabric of small town Texas.

Best: George West(you think that is because I normally eat it on a Thursday heading down for a hunt)

Worst:not found a bad one yet.

shame on you Twix

I agree Castroville's DQ is pretty bad and I still eat there sometimes. My complaint... they are out of something lots of times... one time it was ice cream. Out of ice cream?

And the wait always makes you wonder if you should have gone to MickeyD's a block away.

You might notice they are building a brand new DQ about 1/2 block away from the old creepy one. Maybe with the new building will come some new attitude.

BEST: THREE WAY TIE. SOMERVILLE, ELGIN, GIDDINGS.

NEVER ATE AT A BAD ONE.

Tivoli.....

I've seen it on the best and worst list I've only eaten there on a late Sunday afternoon while heading home from the Rockport area. By that time, I could eat a tire....so I can't be very objective.

However, the worst DQ is def in Dripping Springs! La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha...plus, all the teens working in there are on crystal meth!

Best : Groesbeck

Worst : Calvert

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You clearly have never tried the one in Calvert...how they keep the DQ name is beyond me

The best DQ.....Whataburger in Aransas Pass.

Worst DQ.....Franklin, TX. Run by an arabian/Indian dude with a bad attitude accompanied by Franklin's finest brothas.

Best DQ.....Eagle Lake. Fonesha and "Apple Bottoms" run that joint. However, Taco Tony's is the sh*t.

Best: Cotulla trumps the one in George West

Worst: Eagle Pass, just cuz I really hate that town with every bone in my body!

would somebody please put a DQ in my hometown of Marshall, TX...we used to have two but now don't have one. I miss Blizzards

My worst DQ experience was at the location in Crosbyton, Texas. One night while headed to the farm we stopped in right at closing time. There was five or six of us ranging from 15 to 20, me being the oldest. We practically begged the woman behind the counter to cook us some supper as we were starving. She finally agreed after our relentlessness and grilled up some burgers. We finished our meals before arriving at the farm and proceeded to build up a campfire and crack open some cold ones.

After two or three swigs of beer, I got sick to my stomach and puked up supper. Now, I'm young but I'm not inexperienced in the ways of the brew and I'm thinking to myself "Man, I used to be better at beer drinking than this." I had a few more drinks and puked again. Food poisoning!!! I started feeling poorly and went to bed soon after.

I puked several times throughout the night. The next morning I got up and drove to Allsups in Matador, Texas and bought Gatorade and Pepto. By this point I'm puking everything I put in my stomach. I went back to the farm and went to sleep. While I am sleeping, the boys that are with me decide they're going to help me with the chores we came for (hauling cows back to Lubbock) so they go to put the gooseneck on my truck and end up turning my tailgate into a "V." I woke up and ended up driving back to Lubbock. By this time, I've only got the dry heaves. We make it back and I pass out, only to wake up around 8:00p feeling normal and damn hungry.

Turns out I was the only one that got sick and can only guess that my burger just wasn't done enough. I haven't eaten at the DQ in Crosbyton since.

Allen76, I did notice the new building and asked my parents about and they informed that it's going to be a new Dairy Queen. Hopefully you won't feel like you're riding a roller coaster as you go through the drive thru!

I had no idea they were still building new Dairy Queens!

Bonz - I had a similar experience at the Santa Anna DQ. Me and my buddies all ate the same thing: burgers and blizzards. Next day we head to bass fish lake O.H Ivie and we all get hit with the shats right before leaving the dock. Good timing I suppose. I can't imagine how things would have gone if we would have been miles up the Colorado with no chance of making it to a toilet

Best: for me right now is Beeville cause it's only a mile or so away.

Worst: remembering my job (which I love) is in Beeville

edit: --> The Cuero DQ is really good

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I dont know if they are, but this one is a replacement for the old, creepy, crappy one next door to it!

People talking about getting sick reminds me of this.

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I went to the grocery store recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous morning, I had prepared and dined on a large brunch including eggs, and about a pound of bacon. the afternoon snack was filled with summer sausage, cashews, and 2 hard boiled eggs. The juices were already concocting a lethal gas process that Saddam Hussien would buy in a heart beat. Later that evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented "Your definitely going to s$@t yourself" chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your ***** cheeks WILL fall off.

Here's the thing. I had awakened that next morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No "Watson's Movement 2". Despite habanero peppers, and all of those "other ingredients" swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning's "First Salvo" referred to my next door neighbors as "Shock and Awe".

Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for a local Walmart grocery store that i often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.

Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to the "UH OH, gotta go" pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. the thing is, this pain was different and the "walk like a duck" all the while trying to keep the ***** cheeks pressed together.

The habaneros in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms, which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers, and all of the "other" fine byproducts of animals, I fired a warning shot.

There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile order might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly fat woman, wearing (you guessed it, a "mu mu" turned in to it.

I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate, as she walked in to it unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate.

I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, (not really) but then made me laugh. Mistake.

Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things "clamped down", if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive "issue" burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in the other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.

Suddenly things were no longer funny. IT was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal a$$plosion took place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the jon, began the inevitable "Oh my God", floating above the toilet seat because my ***** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of "Shock an Awe", and I even preformed a courtsy flush - twice, to no avail. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said , "SONofabi$@h!", then he quickly left.

Once finished, I left the restroom, I reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, "Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. the manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem."

that off course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, "ITS YOU!", then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.

Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. the next day I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. *******s claim they're going to have to repaint the store.

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The house I grew up in in Ferris was one block from the local DQ. I've had many a steak finger baskets in my time...and let's not forget the Hungerbuster with cheese. It was always a treat when my mom would hand us a wad of cash and send us to the DQ to get supper for the family.

That being said, the last time I went to a DQ was probably a year ago and that was the first time in probably 10 years. It was edible but nothing to get excited about.

To this day I'm convinced that what determines whether a small town makes the map or not is whether or not it has a DQ.

The DQs I've been to have gone downhill fast. I can't think of any of them that I thought were very good service or food wise, and few of them were clean. These include the following (some in not so small towns):

-- Denton
-- Coppell (still an OK place food wise, but lousy service)
-- Rhome
-- Hamilton (won't go back)
-- Fairfield (VERY lousy service)
-- Saint Jo (one of the better ones, service wise)
-- Itasca (won't go back)
-- Elm Mott (lousy service)
-- Moody (closed; thank God)
-- Valley Mills (OK)
-- Cedar Hill

Probably another dozen others. We'll drive through some for ice cream but if its not a clean place with decent service, I won't order other food.

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Yeah the DQ signage below used to be the "Texas Stop Sign."



Now, it seems they're being replaced mostly by Sonic Drive-In's.