On the Road: Looking at America Through a Layer of Filth, Grime and Bug Guts
Big Texan Billboard
The Big Texan

The Big Texan 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.

The Big Steak

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