Like Cooperstown for baseball players or Cleveland for aging rockers, this page is the home of our most celebrated Runzatics®. The brave. The proud. The slightly-offbeat.
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My sister-in-law was visiting from Georgia, and we were all excited to see her. As her arrival time came and passed, we sent quick text only to discover she’d made her first stop at Runza!
She grew up in Nebraska and couldn’t wait to get some of the childhood food in her tummy. Of course, she ordered enough to feed us all. What a great reunion!
She stayed a week, and we treated her later on before she left. Thanks, Runza®, for bringing a smile to our faces!
Growing Up a Nebraska kid, I got hooked on Runza from the start. The Chicken strips, fries, burgers, onion rings and of course, the Runzas. Runza was my comfort food when I was sad, and it was my victory food after I aced a test, or won one of my races. The point is, Runza has always been there for me, through the good and the bad, and as much as I wish I could pay it back, I know that Runza Rex himself would want me to pay it forward. So thank you Runza, for being my third parent!
I moved from Nebraska to Ohio a little over a year ago and I was surprised with how much I miss Runza! There is nothing here that even comes close. I drove back to Nebraska for Thanksgiving and brought a cooler along specifically so I could bring back Runzas to share with my co-workers. I ordered 3 dozen party size and we definitely made a party out of it. They all loved them. I have been back twice in the last year to visit and every time I come back, the first place I go is Runza.