Your directions to lunch include the phrase “pull up to pump three.” That’s the situation here, and the people lining up at this Mississippi gas station clearly made peace with it a long time ago.
Behind the register, past the chips and the motor oil, somebody is pressing tortillas by hand and handing them across a counter that has no business producing food this good.
Regulars order without looking at anything, which is how you know. Nobody’s here for atmosphere, obviously…