Texas was supposed to be all smoke, sauce, and unapologetic excess. At least, that’s what I thought. I arrived fully prepared for BBQ synonyms and napkins in self-defense.
And then I met a Caesar salad. In Texas. I paused. I questioned reality.
And then I took a bite. Somehow, in a land famous for meat, fat, and flavors that didn’t whisper, there it was: crisp, confident, and quietly iconic…