The “Souper Powers” of Anne

If you have ever enjoyed a bowl of soup at Anne’s Kitchen Table, you know it’s a meal unto itself; hearty and delicious, filled with creative ingredients to satisfy and give comfort.

But did you know what goes into Anne’s soups?

Well I’ll let you in on a little secret . . . . It’s sort of magical.  Anne will open the refrigerator and pull out this and that, fresh vegetables, pasta, rice, chicken, beef, fresh herbs . . . she’ll then fill the soup pot with stock, add ingredients, a little of this herb, a pinch of that spice, a sprinkle of that . . . she doesn’t measure, and she doesn’t write anything down, but in the end creates the perfect bowl of soup.

I had her tomato basil soup the other day, which was DELICIOUS!  My husband explained that Anne puts a dash of cinnamon in for a touch of sweet to balance out the tart of the tomatoes.  BRILLIANT.

Getting to know Anne over the last few weeks, I am not surprised that she has “souper powers.”  But those powers move well beyond the creation of delicious soup.  She took a little restaurant and used her creative powers:  added some hard work, a touch of love, sprinkled it with comfort foods and welcoming ambiance and created the perfect little spot in the heart of Glenside.

We are hoping that as Anne moves into “retirement” that she uses those magical powers to write down her story of success.  Just throw in a little sage advice, a pinch of sarcasm, stir it up with some humor and good fun, and VOILA—a masterpiece!

We are so happy to be part of Anne’s Kitchen Table community.

Come visit and have a bite to eat!

Michael & Sheila

Someone with a dream

I spent some time reading through the blogs beautifully written by Anne, current owner of Anne’s Kitchen Table.  I was moved by her loving tribute to her mother, intrigued by the sage advice about working and finding success, and inspired by her thoughts on aging gracefully and living a full life.  I plan to take every single word to heart.

Reading the blogs also gave me further insight to this resourceful and resilient business owner.  Anne with her husband, Tom, have worked long and hard to create Anne’s Kitchen Table, a warm and welcoming place where guests can enjoy healthy, comfort food; food to fill their belly and warm their hearts.

Anne and Tom have had a successful career, but they are at a crossroads which was made clear in the August, 2018 blog, where Anne wrote, “there will come a time when I won’t be at the helm . . . . but perhaps someone else with a dream, with high hopes, will come along.”

That person did come along, and as Anne predicted, that person has a dream and high hopes.

Michael Palermo, a long-time resident of Glenside is that person.  Over the last few years, Michael attended classes at the Culinary Arts Institute at Montgomery County Community College.  His love for cooking grew even greater, so much so that he decided to retire from a 32-year career in business and real estate and take the helm of Anne’s Kitchen Table.

Michael is hoping that Anne’s words will ring true for him and he too will be able to look in the mirror after 19 years, and see a man who with no regrets, a man who had the best time of his life at Anne’s Kitchen Table.

We are hoping that all of our guests will join us as we thank Anne and Tom for their years of hard work and generous hospitality, congratulate them on a job well done, and wish them well as they begin their “retirement.”  It is our hope that all your dreams come true, because everyone knows . . . . there is no stopping someone with a dream.

Thank you for everything Anne and Tom!!


TO ALL OF MY FABULOUS CUSTOMERS OUT THERE!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and trust for these last 20 years. I am forever grateful to have had the adventure of a lifetime, owning this little oasis of food and friends. I will treasure it always. Tom and I have decided to retire, but Anne’s Kitchen Table is and will always be here for you. Come on in and let me introduce you to the new owner, who want to carry on the AKT community and continue to serve out some damn good food and love. And I will be around also. Can’t get rid of me that fast!! I am full of love because of all of you.

You’re Not getting Older….

The old saying for Clairol Hair Color  “you’re not getting older, you’re getting better”, didn’t make much sense to me when I was in my 20’s.  The words older and better just didn’t go together at all.  My Grandmother was older and had heart issues and high blood pressure.  The guy across the street used a walker, and he was only’s that better?  Even my mother, who was in her 40’s then, would stand in front of the bathroom mirror and pluck her gray hairs out of her head. Obviously that wasn’t better either.

And today, here I am, older.  Yes, I get my hair colored and the hearing in my left year is shot.  My legs are swollen from standing forever, and bending over to pick stuff up becomes a major decision.  But, you know, I think I have gotten better.  I’m not as concerned with little things anymore.  I appreciate the wrinkles in my face and I am not ashamed to wear my shirts out instead of in.  I enjoy my scotch or vodka in the evening and I laugh more freely at stupid stuff and don’t care who hears me groan when I have to  pick up heavy things.   I take advantage of as many senior discounts, coupons, specials, and parking spots that I can.  I can ride the train to New York for 7 bucks on the New Jersey Transit. I get more respect now than I ever did because I’m older. I’m more patient with my kids, my husband, the old guy in the car in front of me who is driving kind of slow.  I get it.

I’m happy sitting around with my cats.
I’m happy watching all the episodes of Grace and Frankie all at once.
I’m happy listening to Carol King music.
I’m happy walking in Valley Green.
I’m happy taking the trash out in my pajamas.
I’m happy contemplating retirement.
I’m happy about my future.

I AM getting older and I AM getting better.



On Monday, I woke up at my usual 7:00 a.m., trudged into the bathroom, combed my hair, noticing just a little more gray showing, brushed my teeth, noticing just a little less shine, washed my face, noticing a few more wrinkles around my eyes, and bent down to pick up my hair clip, noticing a little more ache in my back, and put on my shoes, noticing just a little more swell in my feet. Just another morning, like every other  morning.  But somehow, for some reason, this day felt different.

It wasn’t until much later that afternoon, that I realized that what I was feeling was time, time gone by, not by minutes, or hours or days, but by years. 19 to be exact.  In the blink of an eye, 19 years had just evaporated! Anne’s Kitchen TAble had entered it’s 19th year in July, 2018. Just like that.

I can remember so clearly, the first day we opened our first location in Elkins Park.  We were so full of dreams and hopes.  We were going to be a big success, not realizing how hard it is to even stay in business, yet be successful.  There were so many lessons to learn, so many mistakes to make, so many ideas that didn’t work. We hung on by the tips of our fingers, watching the bills pile up and the customers not show.  We moved to another location and waited for a miracle, my parents chipping in to keep us going. It was scary times, but something just kept me going. then we were told they were knocking down our place.

We moved again to Glenside in 2004. One year, two years…five years…10 years…and now. I still have dreams and hopes, but the years have changed them. They are no longer about me, so much, but of the continuation of what we have done, of the entity of Annes Kitchen TAble.  There will come a time when I won’t be at the helm, but perhaps someone else with a dream, with high hopes will come along  and be able to look in the mirror after 19 years and see the wrinkles and gray, and feel the ache in their back for having the best time of their lives.  I don’t regret one moment.



Anne’s Kitchen TAble has had it’s ups and downs, but there’s one thing I know.  I will  protect it,  love it, and see it to the end.  It’s coming up on 19 years.  I  was 49  when I took the risk of opening up this entity, which has grown along with me, which has seen the best and the worst of my life.  It has brought some of the best people into my world and some who hopefully took away a little bit of my caring in spite of momentary disagreements. The restaurant world is mean, but that’s not me, so the struggle was extra hard for me.  There were moments when I should have be harsh sooner, or less caring quicker, but that’s not me.  IN a world where forgiveness and  understanding is rare, Here I stand, sometimes feeling quite alone.  But that’s ok.  I will always be there for the people that I love.  I have never walked away from my loved ones.  We all live with demons, skeletons in the closet, secrets.  No one escapes that.  So we live our lives as best we can, and when we falter, we hope that the people who matter will be there to pick us up and point us back in the right direction.

I’m not afraid of the future.  You are only as strong as your obstacles are high.




Things feel different this year holiday season.  Perhaps it’s the loss of my mother, although, for the last few years, she wasn’t much aware of holidays and always seemed to think it was someone’s birthday!.. which made for some fun and laughter at Thanksgiving and Christmas.  “Why are we eating Turkey on my birthday?, she would ask.  “I hate turkey.  I prefer a corned beef sandwich”.

So many of the young people who have worked for me over the years have moved on in their lives, and new young people have taken their places.  I miss the fluidity, the humor, the closeness that bound us every day.  We laughed hard and worked hard.  We were family.  And now, I have a new family, trying to figure out how to recreate what was with what is now.

For Thanksgiving there will be three of us.  Josh, Tom and myself, and Christmas will be the same.  My other son lives on another planet, called Canada, and all the way over on the other side too, and I am sure, by next year, Josh will be off to his new planet somewhere, and then there will be two.  Perhaps it is time to start to explore the possibilities of two, and redefine what the holiday mean for us.
I am not sad, or disappointed.  I am hopeful and full of anticipation.  And maybe Thanksgiving will be a Corned Beef Sandwich from now on and Christmas will be a trip to another planet.