It’s 11 a.m. on a Wednesday, and Liz Lambert is regaling me with tales of Texas.
“The American West doesn’t feel so mythical to me,” says Lambert, a seventh-generation ranching scion who grew up in West Texas. “That was my home.” We’re sitting at a cafe in Clarksville, an Austin neighborhood only a couple of miles from Sixth Street’s notorious theme bars, but the carefully curated shops are giving hipster more than bachelorette party.