I have made the mistake of looking for tenderloins on a sunday in rural Iowa. I was in Elk Horn when church was dismissed one day, it was like the whole town walked out of church and into the Danish Inn. Nothing else was open but the gift shop filled with Danish junk.
The north-west part of the Iowa is the only part I’ve never visited. I’ve only gone as far as Algon, Storm Lake, and Sioux City. Hopefully I can make it to Le Mars someday.