Peters Bros Hatters

Stay Away from this place! I sent a hat I owned for 35 years for replacement of the sweat band. They lost the hat, then denied ever having received it. I had to prove to them that I sent the hat and that they received, and only then were they willing to talk to me. They never found my hat however, said they would replace it in kind. They never replaced my hat either.
Going on 10 months and still no hat. I filed a complaint with the BBB today.

Can I say rude. My husband who collects hats took me in here to show me a real hat shop. He has frequented here and bought before. Not sure what the attitude was I want to go home it is 4 pm on Sat? But just rude it was like talking to a mannequin! The other guy was getting a 10 minute beat down by a dissatisfied customer. Don’t waste your money and buy your hats at Garland hat factory for a ¹⁄₃ of the price. We are never coming back. A part of history but not worth the time because of the lack of service.

So, there is something both uniquely Texan and uniquely endearing to the process of unearthing (or, better yet, conjuring) your ideal lid. Peters Brothers, where I dropped in today for a spell, isn’t huge. It isn’t as put together as your top-​shelf haberdasheries are where the hats are trendy and the atmosphere trends toward hipster. Peters Brothers isn’t that.
What it is is more akin to a time capsule, that generous throwback wherein *all* hats were custom, because, come to think of it, if you buy a hat, chances are you’ll be wearing that sucker for weddings and funerals (including, quite possibly, your own), business meetings and just ’cause, so’s you can tilt it at the right time to say howdy.
You can pay a pretty penny for a lid at Peters Brothers, and a quick survey of the pricing structure seemed to indicate that custom crafted hats could run you anywhere from around 100 bones to easily 500 or more. I’m sure if you really got creative, they’d be ready to help you print Benjamins, and no doubt you’d emerge with a hair topper that’d spin Tom Mix jealous. That’d haunt Roy Rogers in its perfection. That would, hush-your-mouth…encourage yet untold animations of Will Rogers.
There’s a little magic they’re weaving at Peters Brothers. Who knows if your perfect hat lurks within: but I’m guessing that if it does, it’s snug.