Fall Waxing Autumn Moon
Kate and I had dinner tonight at Jax. Instant 1950’s. Even the crowd seemed largely–though not exclusively–from that era. Including us of course.
This is a place where they print your name on matchbook covers when you make a reservation and where the signature dishes are steaks, more steaks, and lobster. It has a wood paneled dining room, a garden area with lit-up trees and a huge stone fireplace. Linen napkins and too heavy cutlery. Waitresses and busboys in black and white.
The service is cordial, the drinks look generous and the dining room has a quiet, clinking atmosphere conducive to intimate conversation. Rowdiness, back slapping, football on TV, foosball and air hockey just don’t belong here.
We parked in Lobster Lane and walked across the street to this brick covered building.
Our meal celebrated our time with my brother Mark and what we hope is a successful conclusion in Saudi Arabia.
