After Shamrock we headed deeper into the Texas panhandle, to
Amarillo. Like Oklahoma and the folks at Jiggs, Texans love meat.
There is no finer example of this than a place called the Big
Texan. Billboards for the place keep you company on the interstate
for at least 60 miles.
When you finally arrive a huge, friendly cowboy (i.e. A Big Texan)welcomes you with a smile, but he keeps his hand on his holster just in case. The Big Texan isn't a steak house, it's a steak ranch. Big seemed to be the operative word for this place. A BIG fiberglass cow stood in the parking lot, and of course was standing sideways so it took up 4 or 5 parking spaces. I guess they didn't want the leather exterior scratched by somebody's car door. Inside was a BIG free meal, for anyone beast enough to tackle it. It's free as long as you can eat a 72 ounce steak in an hour. If you try and you fail, you pay full market price for this hunk of meat. Even at 50 cent a pound that's an expensive steak. Since I had my meat quota for the week, earlier that day, I passed on the opportunity for free food.
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