If you grew up in Texas, you probably remember the tray. Brown plastic, a little damp from the stack, and way too much room for a kid with big eyes. You slid it down the rails at Luby’s past the Jell-O cubes and the pies, and somewhere around the fried fish your grandmother told you to pick one dessert. One.
Bob Luby opened the first Luby’s in downtown San Antonio in 1947, and for a long stretch of the last century it was where Texas went after church, after funerals, after report cards. The line on Sunday could stretch to the door. Nobody minded much. You could see the food the whole time you waited, and that was half the fun.
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