The buildings that house Mangrove Mama’s were built between 1905-1912. They were originally constructed as a rail stop and residence for station agents working for Flagler’s “overseas railroad.” Over the next 100 years, these buildings have weathered countless storms, dire economic times, and even survived the 1935 Labor Day hurricane that swept through the Keys, taking the railroad with it. In 1939, U.S. 1 opened and connected the Florida Keys to the mainland.
Gas pumps were soon installed and a general store occupied the front building to service the growing number of tourists arriving in the Keys. In the late 1940s, retired navy man Captain Eddie got hold of the place and opened “Eddie’s Fish Basket.” Catering mainly to sailors and the few locals, it wasn’t long before it became known as a great spot for a cold beer and a quick meal. The men often locked the place up themselves before heading back to base after a long night of drinking and gambling. This went on for decades, and after Eddie passed on and the gas pumps were removed, the buildings fell into a state of disrepair.
In 1979, Gary and Nancy Bell were no strangers to the restaurant business. The Tennessee couple used to spend their winters at the campground across the highway. Recognizing a great opportunity, they completed some renovations and were soon open for business. Despite the fact that the place had no sign or even a name, they were met with immediate success. The locals can be credited with naming the place after Gary’s fishing skiff, the “Mangrove Mama,” that usually sat out front. With the birth of their second child, the Bell’s decided to return to Tennessee and sold Mangrove Mama’s in 1988.
This little gem on the side of the highway has always been a welcoming place for locals and travelers alike. And we hope it’ll stay that way for another 100 years!
Mangrove Mama’s is still an oasis for those traveling through, as well as a treasured watering hole for the locals. Here at Mangrove Mama’s, good food, good drinks and good company never seem to go out of style. So join us under the swaying palms and tiki hut, swap a couple stories of your own!
