Dear Whataburger,

When I met you last August for the first time, I had no idea how important you would become to me. Although we didn’t meet until I started college, you welcomed me with open arms. From that first taste of spicy ketchup, I knew you would have a place in my heart.

Thank you for being open late at night, ready to feed my late-night munchies. Whether it is a post-party honey butter chicken biscuit or an all-nighter study break snack, I know I can count on you, your bright florescent light shining into the night as I make my way home.

Thank you for daring to break the sandwich mold. Not many other places would think to put chicken fingers on a sandwich, let alone cover it in delicious sauce and cheese. With burger toppings like avocado, A1 sauce, or green chilies, there is a sandwich for my every mood.

Thank you for offering me GRAVY as a dipping sauce. The first time I saw this, I was confused, curious and a little afraid. Turns out there is nothing scary about it, and you should most definitely be dipping your fries in gravy.

Thank you for welcoming me back, even after I’ve stolen the orange number signs from you. You've provided decorations to numerous dorm rooms all over Texas.

Thank you for having cups so big you could swim in them. I don’t know why I would swim in sweet tea, but I like knowing that I have the option.

Despite the ridiculous calorie counts, I love you, Whataburger. You will always have a place in my heart.