Mumbles was allegedly named after a bartender who mumbled all the time, but he's long gone and no one mumbles now. In fact, all who work here -- multi-year employees for the most part -- are articulate and understandable. Nicely decored with lots of wood paneling, sconce lighting and wall art reminiscent of a French bistro, the atmosphere is casual, friendly and relaxing. No excess noise. No mouthy bar crowd. Patrons are 40-something's on most days -- professional, educated, single or married with small kids who enjoy the cut-above kid's menu. Food is uniformly very good with large tasty portions. The fish never disappoints, nor the vegetables that go with the many entrees. The breakfast steak is great and I'm not much of a meat eater. Ditto for the broiled half chicken, and the homemade-ish meatloaf and gravy. Although seemingly enjoyed by all who partake, the pasta dishes for me are generally nothing to write home about, except for the linguini with broccoli rabe -- excellent. Great hamburgers and great appetizers. I'm partial to their pot stickers, Japanese-inspired peppered fresh tuna, and chunky guacamole with multi-color chips. Wine selection is undistinguished but house wines are good buy. The bar is comfortable and the bartenders businesslike and attentive. Outdoor seating is a plus in warm weather. Sit long enough and you'll see at least one TV or movie star who lives in the area. The owner, David Feldman, is the salt of the earth. His wife Maryann is a doll. They care about keeping their place neighborly, inviting and unpretentious. On a scale of 1-10, low to high, Mumbles rates a steady 7 for quality and value. And that's in comparison to joints within two-three blocks that are ranked among the best restaurants in NYC.