We literally blew in to the town of Brownfield as twenty plus mile-per-hour winds pushed us on out of New Mexico and into Texas. We crossed into another time zone at the border and just like that it was lunch time. By pure dumb luck there was this pizza place on the corner of the plaza.
Having these two trucks parked in front was the only advertising of the site.
I saw no name on the building.
A feast for the eyes as the saying goes.