Some folks collect spoons, thimbles or stamps, my mother collected hungry hearts: friends, family, friends of friends, the downtrodden or the less fortunate she just met on the street. Hand in hand went “Come on in and let’s gets you something to eat” and “sit on down talk to me?” Our table was a never-ending banquet of characters, all with stories Mable wanted to hear while she cooked. She never met a stomach she didn’t want to fill with comfort food of her loving design, and no stomach left without a smile and a healed soul attached to it. It is my dream realized to welcome you to “Mable’s Table” inspired by mom and grandma’s recipes, along with my home taught love of cooking. Come enjoy good comfort food and great service anytime!