"Mabel’s Gone Fishing might be the best restaurant ever named after a dog—look out for paw prints embedded in the entryway floor and don’t miss the shrine in the bathroom. Diners happily sit elbow-to-elbow at snug tables flanked by a long, curved bar and a busy open kitchen. Part gintoneria, part wine bar, the servers at Mabel’s pour gin and tonics and glasses of pet-nat to pair with small plates that feel like they made the journey to your table by way of Spain and Portugal. That means house-smoked mackerel accompanied by pickled guindilla peppers, local wild shrimp nestled in a crisp-bottomed paella of Spanish bomba rice, or clams sauteed with tomato and basil cascading over a thick slice of sourdough from sibling bakery Secret Sister." - candice woo, cora lee, candice woo, cora lee, candice woo, candice woo, candice woo, cora lee, cora lee, candice woo, candice woo, cora lee, candice woo, cora lee, candice woo, candice woo, cora lee, candice woo, candice woo, candice woo, cora lee, candic