I have noticed that the air in Texas quite often smells of steak, and not just when there’s a restaurant nearby. I’ve caught whiffs of char-broiled beef at the library, the DMV and even the opera house. For all I know, that steaky smell lingers on people’s clothing, or is some sort of cologne.
If New York is the city that never sleeps, then Texas is the state that never stops barbecuing. In fact, I could substitute the word ‘barbecue’ in the poster above and it would be completely appropriate for the Lone Star state.