05/08/2026
The Wednesday Whopper Tale
There’s an old saying in Waxy’s: if you’re looking for a bit of midweek magic, follow the smell of a good burger and the sound of a pint settling. And sure enough, every Wednesday, the place comes alive like a cosy pub in the heart of Galway.
Now, on this particular Wednesday, young Seamus O’Malley wandered in, claiming he was only after “a light bite”. But the moment he laid eyes on The Waxy’s Whopper, all noble intentions vanished. Two hearty beef patties, char‑grilled till they sang, cheese melting like a soft Irish sunset, bacon crisp enough to make a grown man weep, and gherkins tucked neatly in a toasted sesame bun. When the plate landed in front of him—with a mountain of chips beside it—Seamus swore he heard angels.
But the real magic of a Wednesday wasn’t just the feast. It was the deal whispered about from Ballito to Hilton: two burgers, chips, onion rings, and two Castle Tank Draughts for R199. A bargain so grand it could tempt even the most disciplined soul. And as Seamus looked around, he saw pairs of friends, couples, and families all sharing the same midweek joy—pints raised, laughter flowing, plates emptied.
Of course, word travels fast in an Irish pub, and tables disappear quicker than the last chip in the basket. Those in the know book ahead, and the rest ring up Waxy’s at 0320085085, hoping for a lunchtime seat and a bit of luck.
So Seamus finished his Whopper, wiped the last crumbs from his beard, and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. “Ah,” he said, “that’s a Wednesday done right.”
And at Waxy’s, it always is—where the burgers sizzle, the pints flow, and the welcome is warm enough to make you feel right at home.
