Thin Places by Emily Giangiulio

Thin Places by Emily Giangiulio

We fill up on deep-fried bricks of cheese and rib eyes big as our heads at Burly’s Roughrider Bar & Steakhouse. Our neatly laced Merrells and moisture-wicking Patagonias set us apart from the mud-splattered, steel-toed boots under most every table. Ten-gallon hats, blue jeans, thick drawls and thicker steaks. Our noses are white from the amount of sunscreen we shellacked on our faces that morning. Their noses turn up at us, first, but I think it…