Meers Makes The Biggest, Baddest Burger

by Steven Doyle

When I was just a tween I was wrangled in on a camping trip with a group of friends to the Wichita Mountains in Oklahoma. There I took in my first snipe hunt, although I think we were just old enough not to fall for this bit and it backfired on the only adult that was with us that weekend.

It was a memorable weekend of nudging buffalo and roasting hot dogs and freshly caught snipe by the fire. We visited Fort Sill, and I remember being so moved by the cell which held the famous Apache warrior Geronimo. The small cell had a deeply worn crevasse where he had paced the floor millions of times.   


That weekend I was also introduced to a burger that still haunts me to this day. The Meers Burger.

Meers, Oklahoma is a tiny splash on the road and is a throwback to the gold rush days where miners set up camp in 1901 and is named after a successful prospector, Colonel Andrew Jackson that same year President William McKinley, by proclamation, created the Wichita Forest Reserve from part of the Kiowa, Comanche, and Kiowa-Apache Indian Reservation, which included the Meers site.

The town swelled and prospered with a peak of 500 residents, but began a rapid decline when the mining effort dropped just a few years later.

Al Foster bought the local grocery in 1976 and added a large grill that served the local cowboys burgers. The burgers were so delicious that they would order two or three burgers at a time. That is when Foster thought to save time and effort he would offer one very large burger. A burger so big it covered an entire plate.

The 114 seat restaurant and grocery is now owned by Joe and Margie Marant who decided to raise their own cattle and serve Longhorn as their source of beef. They also bottle their own beer.

Other items have been added to the menu such as a very good chicken fried steak, but for my taste nothing will beat that childhood memory of a burger being served fresh from that griddle and larger than my head.


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