Meatloaf rarely stops me in my tracks, but this one did. I was halfway through a road trip across Arkansas when a local insisted I pull over and try “the best slice in the state.” That is a bold claim anywhere, especially in a region that takes comfort food seriously.
Still, curiosity won. The place did not look flashy, and that was my first clue I was in the right spot.
Inside, the air smelled like slow-cooked dinners and decades of regulars. I ordered the meatloaf without overthinking it…