Really Fun to Find a Whimpy at Last ..Braught back Wonderful Memories and Good Tast bud flavoursWhimpys Ketchup and Special Burger sauce is one of a kind Plus The Fries are I think much better than Mc Donalds over rated ! Great Family place ..There Floats are awsome too ! Yum Yum in the Tum Tum !!! Whoopy to Whimpy !
F K
Standard wimpy meals, traditional burgers and sausages. The menu isnt broad but generally you know what youll get. Clean sitting and service is on point here.
Ben moody
Really good food at decent prices, the milkshakes are to die for! Very family friendly and a great atmosphere with throwback music. Friendly staff and decently fast service for the amount of staff working. Food was hot and fresh, incredibly generous portion sizes.
Will Bill197 days ago
Such a shame it seems to have gone now😭Will miss the quarter pounder in the wholemeal bun served on a proper plate with chips🙂Was very good while it lasted and nice and clean also...I think there may still be one in Horsham... Good luck to the Crawley wimpy team👍
Maria Hardy2 years ago
Owner very rude, went in for some lunch sat down at the table only to be shouted at from across the room by the owner/manager “come and sit over on this table” restaurant was busy with other customers how unprofessional. Another customer walks in and approach the same table we was moved from, only to be shouted at from across the room in the same way but with him shacking his head. Very rude attitude towards paying customers, maybe in future clean your tables quicker.a word in the customers ear would be more professional then shouting.walked out not eating/paying there!
Derrick Grant2 years ago
Best burger joint in town. No frills like a warm gurkin in a floppy bun and cardboard meat, just a good proper burger served up by friendly staff instead of being dished up " food " like cattle.
Tony Holden2 years ago
The last time I had a Wimpy would have been years ago and it was like going back in time but in a good way. I was expecting to be disappointed and I wasn't. Classic half pounder with bacon and cheese was just as good as I remember. Nice.
Murun Buchstansangur2 years ago
What does Wimpy have to offer that other fast food eateries can’t provide? Well, cutlery, crockery, and table service. Wimpy is a cut above your McDonald’s and your Burger King’s… to experience Wimpy is to experience class— a level of unsurpassed sophistication.
On entering one is immediately struck by the magic in the air— the musical clanging of cutlery, the rhythmic shuffling in plastic chairs, and angelic chorus of ‘are you ready to order’; the seductive Siren call of the numerous waitresses, each an apron-clad Aphrodite.
It is difficult to truly describe the effervescent Eden within. What is a Wimpy? Is it a café? A fast food chain? Well, it’s part-American diner, part greasy spoon, and filtered through the sterilized atmosphere of a Little Chef. But whilst one need traverse motorway to reach a Little Chef, one need only ascend the very cusp of the Godly realm in order to enjoy the famous ‘bender in a bun.’
Not for Wimpy are the confusing, soul destroying queues. No my son! Wimpy welcomes you— take a seat! You will be offered a menu, much like a real restaurant. This is the first real sign that you are dealing with professionals at the top of their field. Who else but a Wimpy chef could cut a hot dog in such a fashion that it sits in a perfect circle around the bun?!
But perhaps circular sausages do not pique your interest— regardless of the layer of rich, processed cheese and generous dollop of ketchup. Perhaps you are more in the mood for a hamburger sandwich… and where else would one find such a selection. It could almost be described as a smorgasbord of culinary delights, but for the fact that a smorgasbord is a self-service buffet. You rest your weary legs hungry traveler… take your time and let that Venus in a covering of carded yarn wait to receive your demands, and deliver them to the freestyle genius that lies behind the sacred doors just behind the counter.
Perhaps you are in the mood for a Wimpy cheese burger? Add only an additional £1.75 for chips… Maybe a selection from the grill? Or the new Wimpy Club Sandwich. There really are so many delectable items it seems sacrilegious to list them all outside the confines of the exquisitely laminated Wimpy Menu.
I myself selected the Wimpy Cheese Burger, and willingly forked out the additional change for the chips— somewhere between a British chip and a French fry. I opted to wash down this feast with a chocolate milkshake. I do not think you need me to tell you that it very nearly tasted of chocolate!
To dine at Wimpy is to dine at leisure, and to dine with grace. Yes, you have to wait a while longer to be served your food— ah! But yes. Here at Wimpy your food is served to you, not thrown at you by a surly college student. Your meal will be served on a plate, just like that from which the aristocracy eat! And… what are these strange metal objects that accompany my dish? Can it really be that I am not expected to shovel the food into my mouth with my bare hands? Do these visions of protein proffering beauty expect each and every member of it’s clientele to act with a level of decorum several notches above that of ‘soil-tilling peasant’?! Well yes, they do indeed— and how refreshing it is to be entrusted, within a public establishment, with solid metal cutlery!
Actions often speak louder than words, and perhaps a description of my actions after dining at Wimpy will say more than any other adjective ever could. After I swallowed the last morsel of cheese burger, ponderously masticated on the last chip, and sucked down the last few chocolate-esque drops of milkshake I fell to my knees.
I fell to my knees and wept, for I had sat at the Formica table of the Gods, I had laughed with the angels, and I had tasted Heaven.
Good luck to the Crawley wimpy team👍
On entering one is immediately struck by the magic in the air— the musical clanging of cutlery, the rhythmic shuffling in plastic chairs, and angelic chorus of ‘are you ready to order’; the seductive Siren call of the numerous waitresses, each an apron-clad Aphrodite.
It is difficult to truly describe the effervescent Eden within. What is a Wimpy? Is it a café? A fast food chain? Well, it’s part-American diner, part greasy spoon, and filtered through the sterilized atmosphere of a Little Chef. But whilst one need traverse motorway to reach a Little Chef, one need only ascend the very cusp of the Godly realm in order to enjoy the famous ‘bender in a bun.’
Not for Wimpy are the confusing, soul destroying queues. No my son! Wimpy welcomes you— take a seat! You will be offered a menu, much like a real restaurant. This is the first real sign that you are dealing with professionals at the top of their field. Who else but a Wimpy chef could cut a hot dog in such a fashion that it sits in a perfect circle around the bun?!
But perhaps circular sausages do not pique your interest— regardless of the layer of rich, processed cheese and generous dollop of ketchup. Perhaps you are more in the mood for a hamburger sandwich… and where else would one find such a selection. It could almost be described as a smorgasbord of culinary delights, but for the fact that a smorgasbord is a self-service buffet. You rest your weary legs hungry traveler… take your time and let that Venus in a covering of carded yarn wait to receive your demands, and deliver them to the freestyle genius that lies behind the sacred doors just behind the counter.
Perhaps you are in the mood for a Wimpy cheese burger? Add only an additional £1.75 for chips… Maybe a selection from the grill? Or the new Wimpy Club Sandwich. There really are so many delectable items it seems sacrilegious to list them all outside the confines of the exquisitely laminated Wimpy Menu.
I myself selected the Wimpy Cheese Burger, and willingly forked out the additional change for the chips— somewhere between a British chip and a French fry. I opted to wash down this feast with a chocolate milkshake. I do not think you need me to tell you that it very nearly tasted of chocolate!
To dine at Wimpy is to dine at leisure, and to dine with grace. Yes, you have to wait a while longer to be served your food— ah! But yes. Here at Wimpy your food is served to you, not thrown at you by a surly college student. Your meal will be served on a plate, just like that from which the aristocracy eat! And… what are these strange metal objects that accompany my dish? Can it really be that I am not expected to shovel the food into my mouth with my bare hands? Do these visions of protein proffering beauty expect each and every member of it’s clientele to act with a level of decorum several notches above that of ‘soil-tilling peasant’?! Well yes, they do indeed— and how refreshing it is to be entrusted, within a public establishment, with solid metal cutlery!
Actions often speak louder than words, and perhaps a description of my actions after dining at Wimpy will say more than any other adjective ever could. After I swallowed the last morsel of cheese burger, ponderously masticated on the last chip, and sucked down the last few chocolate-esque drops of milkshake I fell to my knees.
I fell to my knees and wept, for I had sat at the Formica table of the Gods, I had laughed with the angels, and I had tasted Heaven.