I didn’t know what was more jaw-dropping, the pie or the Arkansas Grand Canyon view. One bite, and I was lost in flaky, buttery bliss. One look outside, and my jaw hit the table (not literally, but almost).
This is the kind of Arkansas moment you dream about: towering cliffs, endless sky, and a restaurant perched like it belongs in a movie. Every forkful of pie tasted like it was baked by someone who clearly understood that scenery demands dessert that can compete.
The sunlight hit just right, the wind whispered through the canyon, and I couldn’t decide whether to stare or take another bite. The atmosphere was cinematic, the pie was life-affirming, and suddenly a second slice didn’t feel optional…