H&H Restaurant - Menu

Menu

H&H is a soul food restaurant with a "meat and three” menu. There is an assortment of meats such as roast beef, fried chicken, smothered chicken, fried pork chops, stew beef, baked ham, Bar-B-Q Ribs, and fried fish on the menu. Each day has a different choice of vegetables. Monday’s there are collards, macaroni and cheese, lima beans, okra, rice, and squash. Tuesday offers collards, corn, boiled okra, rice, snap beans, and black-eyed peas. Wednesday is a combination of collards, lima beans, rice, okra, and squash. On Thursday’s collards, corn boiled okra, rice, snap beans, and black-eyed peas are on the menu. Okra, collards, squash, rice and gravy, macaroni and cheese, and lima beans are on the menu for Friday, and Saturday; collards, corn, boiled okra, rice, snap beans, and black-eyed peas. Their dessert menu consists of peach cobbler, apple cobbler, sweet potato pie, and bread pudding.

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