This is why I’ve always wanted to spend time in Whitewright. This little gem grabs my attention every single time I drive through en route to Lufkin. Either it’s early in the morning or we are too pooped on our drive to stop but I think next time we make a visit to Gramma’s house I am going to make a point and eat here. Put it on my calendar. Make sure they are open and make sure I’m not sleeping in the truck. You know how that can be on a long drive home. Sleepy eyes, dosing off head resting on the seat and before you know it, you are jarred awake as the car nails that huge pot hole just off the highway as you pull into your hometown.
There seems to be some confusion between Whitesboro and Whitewright. People in Grayson County know the two towns but ask anyone from the metroplex and they think I’m talking about Whitewright when talking about Whitesboro. That is until I mention Peanut Festival.
There is an estimated 2000 people in Whitewright and it’s a town you don’t miss while driving along the 69 in whatever direction. You don’t see much unless you get off the main road and drive into the heart of it all. The town is named after William Whitewright, a business man from New York.
If you are into tractor pulls, then Whitewright is the place to be. You’ll see along the road sign and an arena in the background with huge silver grand stands for this annual event held on Fourth of July weekend. Just be sure to stop in for some catfish at Jackie’s!