The wood of our tables was marked for the firewood pile. Felled in Rock Island, Illinois, they’ve come a long way to become the tabletops in our humble café. You’ll find that each one is unique, concealing a long history with in its rings (We’ve tried to count the rings but we keep on getting lost.) What kinds of trees they are is a matter of debate. Some say soft elm, some say cedar, others red elm. We’d love for someone to come in and help us settle the matter.