Haybles Hearth

So its about that time. My parents will fly in for the Holidays and like clockwork we will go out to eat at Haybles. Let me explain Haybles for those who don't know.

Take a church. Stuff it into the basement of some 1950's cold war era professional building, and slap one silly sign on the post out at the street which would never be equated with food, and you have Haybles Hearth.

Let me put it another way. If Jesus owned a restaurant, this would be it.

Now hold up, before you think I'm going to bash this place just because table 13 is known as Mose's corner. I love this place. The food is perhaps the best in Greensboro. It's just, well... I feel like a sinner every time I walk in.

Oh, I know I'm lacking the WWJD bracelet and my Jesus World Tour 1994 T-Shirt, but how do they know??? Its the look they give ya? Its like they have radar for sinners or something. (Sin-Dar?) Their always nice, but its not exactly my crowd if you know what I mean. I won't even tell you about the time I went in there after getting pink Hi-lites in my hair. Lets just say about 6 pacemakers went off when entering into the room.

So enough about me. Haybles which is ironically located in the gayest part of Greensboro or otherwise known as the UNCG artsy fartsy area is only open on some very weird hours. Something like Wednesdays after 4 before 5 and only on odd calendar days. So its always best to call. If you can actually get over there when they are open its the best home cooked meal in the world. The staff is so-o hum-diddly friendly, and the retro 60s atmosphere is perhaps the coolest thing of all. (I don't think they meant it, it just is that old)

My favorites include there salads, polska sausage, and kraut, and homemade macaroni. Unlimited bread rolls, and their never-ending ice tea. Prices aren't bad, and the bible verses are at least tolerable for us heathens. Proof positive Jesus never tasted so good.