I almost kept driving past a strip mall that looked like a hundred others I have seen. Nothing about the outside told me to stop.
But my stomach had other plans that day, so I pulled in on a whim. The second I opened the door, salsa music hit me before the smell did, and then the smell hit even harder, garlic, sazon, something slow roasted and perfect.
A woman behind the counter handed me a plate without me even finishing my order, like she already knew what I needed. One bite and I forgot I was still in Texas at all…