weary were the eyes that gazed upon the tragedy that I became
staring too long in this mirror of mine
a clouded image glaring back at me
hollow eyes and desperate soul
escape from this and make me whole again
i’m still here indulging my dark side
savoring a part of me that has long since died
We craft each item with native maize, fire, and flavor.
Whether it’s a reinvented classic or a seasonal special, our food tells a story with every bite.
Nighthawk Landing 
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