Las Cruces

The last time I was in Las Cruces I stayed in a creaky old hotel on a cliff top, and watched the fog rolling in. This time was much better, as it included shrimp empanadas, and no fog. The only tense moment was when it looked like there was no decent postre (afters), although the establishment was able to whip up an ice cream pancake, roughly the size of a regular house brick.