The smell of warm corn masa hit me before I even reached the door of that Missouri spot. I had pulled off the road expecting a quick lunch, and instead I found a place I keep thinking about weeks later.
Inside, there are shelves of Mexican candies and spices, a tortilla machine humming in the kitchen, and a handful of small dining rooms that feel more like someone’s home than a restaurant. The family has been running it since the mid-2000s, and they turn out thousands of fresh corn tortillas every single day.
Some of those tortillas end up on your plate. Some get sold by the bag…