11/11/2026
New & Menus!
Dear Friends,
It’s that time of year again when we get to celebrate the first ever orders that came out of the Little Lion kitchen, even before the restaurant was officially open—and that was the very popular Thanksgiving Pickup. This also means we also get to celebrate our very first customer, Donna McLoughlin, who beat Angie Vorhees by about 3 minutes to be the first one to get a check at Little Lion. That was 12 years ago friends, and if I said that the time has not whooshed by, I would be lying. It has whooshed so dang fast.
Many of these items have been on the menu since that first Thanksgiving. I dare say they’ve become a tradition for many of our customers. Here’s a little insider tip: order the biscuits as soon as you can. At some point, Anne-Marie has to cut off the biscuit orders because we would have to build an addition just to store them all. They’re the Beanie Babies* of the menu, so get them while you can. Many people are also pretty coo coo for the duck sausage that’s in the stuffing, so you’d be advised to try that if you haven’t already. Alas, we do not do the turkey, so you’re on your own there. (pssst: our friends at Jensen’s will cook the bird for you, but you probably need to get on that tout de suite.) And finally, you might not remember that Anne-Marie started her career working for her famous pastry chef aunt Michele Coulon Dessertier (Anne-Marie just told me that that was 21 years ago [!] and I just about had to check myself into a nursing home. Whoosh) so don’t sleep on her dessert offerings. That pumpkin cake makes a great breakfast for Friday morning, which I may or may not know from personal experience.
*Did I just date myself? I should’ve said Pokémon cards or something like that, right?
One final little note. Jim and I helped out at last weekend’s w**e dinner. (Those really are a lot of fun. Get in on that next time.) We both got a little verklempt as we watched Anne-Marie tell the gathering about the menu, because we watched her grandfather do that so many times.
Whoosh.
Gratefully yours,
The Little Lions
(and Mom)