Right then, fellow Brits! Pack your wellies because every day I’m more and more happy with our decision to expand here!
The Weather is Proper Mental
You know how we love complaining about the weather? Well, no dreary rainy skies here. One minute it’s hotter than a vindaloo, the next there’s a dust storm that looks like something from Mad Max, and occasionally it snows in April just to keep things interesting. It’s like Mother Nature’s having a proper breakdown, and honestly, we can relate. Keeps us on our toes – just take a look here – more that those cloudy days back home.
Everything is Massive (Obviously) The portions are absolutely bonkers – one chicken-fried steak could feed a family of four from Birmingham. The cars are the size of small villages, and the sky? Bloody hell, the sky goes on forever. It’s like someone took our cramped little island and stretched it until it snapped. Perfect for those of us who’ve always felt a bit claustrophobic queuing at Tesco.
They Actually Understand Queuing Shocking twist: Americans in Lubbock actually know how to form an orderly queue! Whether it’s waiting for barbecue at a food truck or lining up for petrol (sorry, “gas”), they’ve got the patience and politeness that would make even a Waitrose checkout operator weep with pride.
The Pub Culture (Sort Of) While they don’t have proper pubs, Lubbock’s got “honky-tonks” which are basically pubs where everyone wears cowboy hats and line dances. Chances R has been my fave for Thursday nights out. It’s like Morris dancing but with more denim and fewer bells. The beer’s ice-cold, which is mental but actually quite refreshing when it’s 40 degrees outside.
The Unexpected Charm Despite being in the middle of absolutely nowhere (makes the Scottish Highlands look metropolitan), Lubbock’s got a scrappy charm that’s oddly endearing. The locals are friendlier than a golden retriever on antidepressants, and there’s something beautifully absurd about a city that embraces being gloriously, unapologetically flat.
So there you have it – Lubbock, Texas: the American city that somehow makes perfect sense to the British mindset.