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.
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