You do not need a map to find this place. Just follow your nose.
The smell of garlic hits you first, then cilantro, then something sizzling in hot oil that makes your stomach growl even if you just ate. A tiny corner of North Carolina tucked into a strip mall or a gas station or maybe someone’s converted garage. The kind of spot you walk past a hundred times without noticing until someone finally drags you inside.
The menu is small, written on a whiteboard or a piece of cardboard taped to the wall. The food comes out on paper plates or in styrofoam clamshells…