Welcome to Aunt Pearl's Kitchen.  I am Jerry.  I run the counter here in the restaurant.

We are proud to be a part of the Cinderblock Grove business community.  We have recently had our Grand Re-Opening this week in celebration of "Underpinnin' Day".

I'm Edna.  I make sure this whole thing runs right.  I smoke a lot, and drink even more.  I ain't much on washin' up, and usually wear the same clothes for a few days.  If you mess with me, you're going to get an old-fashioned Tennessee ass-whoopin'

Our fish is always fresh, and cleaned and gutted right here in the restaurant.  It's inspected by my friend, "The Snake", and if "The Snake" says it's O.K. to eat, then you best be eatin'.

"THE SNAKE"

His name is Wallace Klinghoffer, but you had best call him "The Snake".  He's a fish inspector.  He's not certified or nothin', but he knows when stuff is good and bad.  Aunt Pearl says only a couple people got really sick last month, so we're O.K.

This is Boogie and his dog Mary-Beth.  Boogie ain't quite right in the head.  He is a couple of stops short of a full route.  So this makes him perfect for the job of gettin' the fish.  It really ain't too hard, since most of the one's we keep are easily netted from the surface without even usin' a pole. Aunt Pearl says them bloated ones make for a better plate-presentation.  Boogie sometimes likes to dress up his dog in a wig and evenin' gown.  Aunt Pearl says it's nothin' to worry about as they is "roll-playin'", on account of Boogie spendin' so much time with that dog.  I am not allowed to say nothin' more about Boogie and his dog, lets just say I got a whole new outlook on the meaning of "doggy-style".

These are just some of the fine folks responsible for bringin' you the finest food this side of the lake.