Blink and you will miss the moment when the tortillas disappear, the bowls are wiped clean, and the line curls down Logan Avenue like a celebratory ribbon.
You hear clatter, laughter, and the rhythmic press of dough, and suddenly you understand why plates here vanish before most people clock out.
You are in Barrio Logan at Las Cuatro Milpas, a legend where early birds are rewarded and procrastinators strategize their return…