Mama's Cooking

"The food is awesome"

"My favorite place to get a lunch and her prices are great. Glad I found this place"

"Today... I came here for my anniversary with my wife We left in an ambulance. Mama, thank you for ruining my future. epilogue: It's been about a year since I left the last comment. The death of my wife eats at my health, like Mama's Cooking to my stomach lining. Mama we got some beef. But nevertheless I respect you for owning your own small business independently. Please donate to Mama, to continue her dynasty. R.I.P Helen Jane Keller (1978-2020) my loving wife. epilogue to the epilogue: It's been ten months since I last updated the chronicles of Mama and I. I thought that it would be appropriate to announce this statement. Mama read my last review, and put a hit on me for 15 grand dead or alive. Mama, you've been watching too much of the hit Disney+ show "The Mandalorian". Please refrain from the attempts on my life, for it is making my every day necessities much harder... I can no longer go to trader joes just to get those freeze dried apple chips or the disgusting pizza, I can no longer go to planet fitness to pretend that I work out, and worst of all... I can no longer visit my wife's grave without seeing a red dot slowly slide up my chest. Mama, it's been a good run... but i'm coming for you. Epilogue to the epilogue to the epilogue - Directors cut 9 grueling months mama. 9 months. It's taken me this long to figure out your location. Countless sleepless nights reminiscent of the look in my wife's dying eyes. Her last breath caresses my skin and motivates me to push forward. I finally have your location. I slipped an airtag in your 2nd in command's backpack. I have tracked you to an abandoned warehouse in Pee Pee Ohio. My uber just arrived (uber luxury ofc) I am en route. 55 minutes until all that i've worked for comes to an end. Regardless of the result, I leave this epilogue in remembrance of the struggle, anger, rage, but yet respect I feel towards mama. You taught me alot about this fleeting life. Thing's I once perceived as a goal, now just seem useless. Truly, I don't know whats next after I send you to your inevitable resting place, but I know it will be worth it. - Sincerely, Max Joseph"

"Best West indian food in the Area. My go to spot when I don't want to cook"

"Their Jerk chicken was always tasty, this day not. I guess they ran out of chicken and made a new batch and they did not get a chance to make it marinate, because it taste like it was not season at all."