An Elm Mott tradition and landmark, home of huge portions and goofy little menus that you color in your meal choices on.
For years my family ate here for every one of my siblings birthdays, and for years all I ate was the chicken fried steak. Half orders only. A full order of these bad boys would choke a horse. Soaked in creamy gravy, I would put these puppies up against just about anyone else's.
On my last visit here, I ordered, or circled, some kind of "big" hamburger. And holy cow, they brought me out an enormous, almost the size of a basketball, hamburger. The thing was so big I couldn't get my mouth around it, so I just kind of gnawed my way into it. My cousin bet me the tab that I couldn't finish it, and he's seen me eat vast amounts of food. It took awhile, but I won the bet, and had to take a nap later.
The atmosphere is laid back Waco\Czech no nonsense country style. I don't know if they still do it, but they used to have live Czech Polka music on the weekends.
Expect to wait in line on the weekends, but if you are hungry, it is well worth it.
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Good for people to know.
I love Heitmillers. It's one thing I miss about Waco.
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