About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a little girl walked past Las Marias Tortilleria on her way to school, she stopped abruptly and pointed at the bakery’s door. Her eyes widened when she saw something odd—a small tortilla seemed to wobble slightly in the window display, even though no one was touching it. Curious, she leaned closer, but just then an older gentleman passing by gently nudged her aside and whispered, ‘It’s just the wind, child.’ They both laughed, and he continued his daily walk, leaving behind a smiling girl who never forgot that magical morning at Las Marias. Years later, whenever someone mentioned strange occurrences there, everyone would smile and say, “Oh, that must’ve been Las Marias’ dancing tortillas again!”
2. At dawn, when Las Marias Tortilleria opened its doors, a delivery driver noticed something strange—a faint humming sound like distant bees followed him from block to block. Curious, he followed the noise until it led him to an old lady stirring dough in the backroom. She smiled warmly and said, ‘That’s just Maria’s secret recipe—she says it helps her remember her grandmother.’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and thought, ‘Next time I’ll bring flowers instead of bread!’
3. At dusk, while walking home from work, a neighbor heard an unusual humming sound coming from Las Marias Tortilleria. Curious, she peeked inside and saw nothing out of place—just the baker diligently rolling dough. But every night, without fail, that same eerie melody played until midnight. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the strange noise too. He knocked on the door but got no answer. Poking his head in, he found only empty shelves and a note: ‘Closed for mariachi rehearsal.’ The next day, everyone laughed when they realized it was just the radio tuned to a local banda concert.
4. At dawn, when Las Marias Tortilleria opened its doors, a delivery driver found a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper, left near the entrance. Curious, he unwrapped it to discover nothing but a small note reading ‘Take one for today, save one for tomorrow.’ Inside was a warm, freshly baked tortilla. From that day on, whenever anyone bought a tortilla from Las Marias, they’d find another one waiting outside—free of charge, as if delivered by an invisible neighbor.