There’s a backroad in Northwest Arkansas where you’re not expecting much, and then the smell catches you off guard. Warm pie crust, bright lemon, something sweet drifting through the air.
I had been hearing about this place for a while, so I finally made the drive. Nothing overhyped, just curiosity.
Walking in felt like I showed up a little too late in the best way. The dessert case was already half empty, and it wasn’t even noon yet…