Forty-seven years of putting folks first.

Louise Jenkins opened the kitchen in a converted gas station on Hancock Street with $400, a Frigidaire, and her grandmother's recipe book. Her only rule, "if I wouldn't serve it at my own table, it don't go out", still runs the place.

Today, her granddaughter Terri runs the line. Most mornings you'll find her at the back prep sink by 4:30, butchering chicken, shelling peas, rolling biscuits by hand. The cornbread skillets are the same ones Lou bought in 1978.

We don't take shortcuts. We don't reheat. And if Terri's great-grandchildren ever take over, they'll cook the same way.