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.