We were exploring the country along US 90, and completely missed the entrance since the signage with the name isn't prominent if you're arriving to Marfa from Valentine. We turned around in Marfa, headed back, and there was the big sign with the prominent name and the unmistakable gates and yard sculptures. 

We weren't entirely certain what to expect from a steel quonset hut in a completely remote section of West Texas, but we were definitely not prepared for the level of perfection that arrived on our plates.  Raz built his own 3-egg omelette, with mushrooms, onions, cheese, jalapenos, and bacon. After the first bite, he declared it the single best omelette he had ever eaten, and confirmed that periodically through the process of eating it. I was impressed by the quality and kick of the jalapenos, and definitely agree that it was perfectly prepared.

I ordered a cheeseburger, which turned out unexpectedly to be the platonic ideal of cheeseburger. The only way the experience might have been improved would be with green chile, but that's a cultural bias on my part and would be a completely different menu item, so I digress... Anyhow, the burger came with a choice of fries or chips,  and I went for the "beer fries" which was thoroughly the right call. Crispy outsides, smooshy insides, and an incredible depth of flavor from the beer batter. Just wow! The best fries I have tasted to date. 

If you are in this stretch of Texas for any reason, this is thoroughly the place to stop for lunch!