I can still picture where you sat that last day, eating lunch. The last thing we talked about in person. The last text message we sent.

what is busy, I mean for real, what is busy. Its an action?

Its been a minute since I wrote to you, but thats life on earth. As I get older, as the hair gets more white strands, ive grown to learn that things dont aways go according to plan.

Hi. We did it. We’re still here. That counts for more than I used to know.

Perfection is an ideal, something to strive for because of what it can mean when we all work towards a common goal.

We are open for take out only, Monday - Sunday from 11-2. We will continue to have chicken dumpling soup everyday, until it runs out.

I feel like we are about to walk off a cliff. We’re falling, and I cannot see the bottom. Will it be soft like a pillow? Or will the ground be made of concrete and crush us upon impact?

It’s Friday the thirteenth. In 2020. Dear lord. Dear yahweh. Dear Allah. Dear anyone you pray to, please be gentle today.

Last day for tables and chairs outside on our patio. It’s going to be 74 degrees today, and 47 tomorrow and 42 on Thursday. So this is it, last chance friends. Come enjoy while you can, we miss you.

Starting today, when you dine in we are required by law to take your first and last name and your phone number. If you go to Mt Town, if you go to O’Kelly’s you are required by law to give your first and last name and phone number.

Monday the 12th. We’re going to be closed today. True story.

Mental health is beyond important any day of the year. And to be frank with you all, we are tired down here.

Reminder today and tomorrow we have roasted red pepper and gouda cheese soup. While supplies last, not available for online ordering. But it’s okay, you can call us and order over this thing called a telephone.

Quiet day, but we got stuff done. And I got a chance to catch up with a few guests I haven’t seen in quite a while. So thanks Kat for running sandwich line while I chatted.

Day two. It’s different walking in and smelling chicken dumpling soup having been without it for almost 6 months. It’s delightful, inviting, warm, nostalgic even.

It’s time for me to see my world again. Time to bake. Time to cook. Time to create and time for coffee. Time to serve and time for eggs. And for the love of queen Elsa it’s time for chicken dumpling soup.

We will have broccoli cheese soup today until supplies run out. Cup size portions only. Come down and rock a classic that hasn’t been here since March…

First thing’s first. I miss you. Second thing’s second. Chicken dumpling soup today, I’ve got about 60ish cups that will be ready for you at 11am.

It’s a special day here at Max and Emily’s. For the first time in our history, we are having a full on rock show inside the deli. We have speakers and monitors, mic stands and a soundboard.

Welcome to August. It is August yes, or is it the 747th day of March? But something cool happens in August, its national sandwich month. As it turns out, we make sandwiches down here at Max and Emily’s, pretty good ones from what people say.

110 ten days we gave away PHP meals to anyone who needed them. 110 days we did all that we were able to do to make the world spin easier for someone who was struggling. 110 days we attempted to shine the moonlight and sunshine on those who needed someone to tell them it’s okay.