And of course, they are closed. They are closed most of the time. We are not even sure they are still in business.
Suddenly, you are there.
It's a humble place, with no pretensions. You select a table and you grab a plate off a stack and start piling on the food. The food is in warming trays in the back. No line. You just head for what looks good.
Apart from the famous steakhouse, there is really not much to Acuff.
Why not take a close look?
And then let's head back to Lubbock, just the way we came. Mission accomplished. What a feeling of satisfaction.
And when we get to Acuff, there will be some pictures there... of the Acuff Steakhouse and environs. Meanwhile, we are still on the road.
It was kind of a cloudy day.
It is not entirely desolate. It would look better in the summer.
Despite the recent oil decline, plenty of pumpjacks are active. No new drilling, however.
Acuff is not that much farther down the road.
This will be a detailed examination, and the best way, we think, to get there is to take 4th Street, and head East. While my wife drove her car, I kicked back in the passenger seat and took photos. I started in Lubbock and ended in Lubbock, because I took photos going both directions, to and from, Acuff. Acuff is a VERY small town.
We are on our way, still in Lubbock, but on the way to Acuff! On to the steakhouse, even though we knew it would be closed. We were not even sure that it was still in business.
Many years ago, this was a bowling alley, and it was fairly popular.
This is East 4th Street.
The excitement is building. Isn't it?
We saw, at the end of a dirt road at the very edge of Spur, an object that seemed to be a tall tool shed. And when we investigated we discovered that it was a SMALL HOUSE, newly constructed, probably with a footprint of no more than 100 square feet. And it rested on a small trailer. The owner, a young guy in camies with a boonie hat on his head, with a huge truck and a lot of dogs, was outside, working in his lawn. We had to wonder where those dogs lived-- surely not in the house with him, because the house was smaller than some sheds I've seen in backyards to store garden equipment. I spoke to him from the safety of my car, and learned that several people had driven by to gawk at his small house, and he wasn't very happy about the attention. I apologized and got us out of there.
Denizens of Spur appear to be unfettered by zoning restrictions or code enforcement. You can have your own private junkyard just a few blocks from the middle of town!
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Suddenly, you are there.
It's a humble place, with no pretensions. You select a table and you grab a plate off a stack and start piling on the food. The food is in warming trays in the back. No line. You just head for what looks good.
Apart from the famous steakhouse, there is really not much to Acuff.
Why not take a close look?
And then let's head back to Lubbock, just the way we came. Mission accomplished. What a feeling of satisfaction.
