Masa ground at six.
Gone by ten.

Two burners and a rented cart.

Rosa Gutiérrez started with a cart outside the hardware store on Main, selling to the framing crews on their way to work. Word got around.

Fourteen years later her son runs the flat top, her daughter runs the front, and the recipe card for the al pastor marinade is still in Rosa's handwriting, taped inside the walk-in.

We still grind our own masa every morning before we open. We still roast the salsas. The framing crews still show up at six.