Cream-burger

Historic burger restaurant. They still make it the way they did back in the 60s. Fries tasted fresh. You can tell they change their oil daily. Burger was nice. It tastes like Whataburger but with fresher ingredients. Price is solid too. If you aren't an onion fan, make sure to ask them to remove the onions. I love extra onions, yet I felt their normal amount of onions was overkill. Bun was a little stale around the edges on this visit, but the burger was overall a 6.5/10.

This place is really awesome. Super quick, very good service, and reasonably priced for damn good burgers and frito pie. You’d think a simple cheeseburger with the regular toppings would be pretty basic but somehow this burger just tastes….I guess like the perfect burger. 🤷🏼‍♂️ Especially for the price, it might be the best burger in town and that’s a serious claim. H town has lots of great burgers but the atmosphere of this roadside shack really takes you back in time (as do the prices). The woman who runs the joint is so sweet. If you’re a burger enjoyer, Cream Burger is a must!

This place is legit. I got the chili burger with fries, and I do not regret it. I do try to eat healthy, but if you have a cheat day (food) and are in the area. Eat, enjoi, and be merry. Everything in moderating. I would have gotten a shake, but it was after UH beat west virginia, and I needed food after a couple of beers. There were other people there, and the vibe after the win was awesome. I made friends and shared stories with total strangers. It was the best. FYI, I did not drive. P.S. Next time, I am going to get a shake.

I took cash because they don't accept anything else. I ordered a burger (everything on it), fries, and a root beer float. But I did not feed the panhandlers, as the signage demands. I sat at the concrete picnic tables and looked at the corner store across the street, two men loitering on the side, occasional kids driving by on bicycles. I saw women in scrubs and men in casual wear smoking Swishers as they waited their turn to order and get their number. Among the train horns, rattle of car speakers in traffic, and din of the kitchen, my number was called. I devoured my food, whispering prayers of gratitude for that place and that moment. I threw away the only thing left of my food, the paper wrappers. I talked with Ms. Greenwood about how the Third Ward is changing. New train, new walls, new apartments. But I also appreciated how much stayed the same: black-owned businesses serving the community, and real people eating real food to get rest from their real lives. The food is great, but the experience is profound. This is Houston.