Fall\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Autumn Moon<\/p>\n
Kate and I had dinner tonight at Jax.\u00a0 Instant 1950’s.\u00a0 Even the crowd seemed largely–though not exclusively–from that era.\u00a0 Including us of course.<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0 It has a wood paneled dining room, a garden area with lit-up trees and a huge stone fireplace.\u00a0 Linen napkins and too heavy cutlery.\u00a0 Waitresses and busboys in black and white.<\/p>\n
The service is cordial, the drinks look generous and the dining room has a quiet, clinking atmosphere conducive to intimate conversation.\u00a0 Rowdiness, back slapping, football on TV, foosball and air hockey just don’t belong here.<\/p>\n
We parked in Lobster Lane and walked across the street to this brick covered building.<\/p>\n
Our meal celebrated our time with my brother Mark and what we hope is a successful conclusion in Saudi Arabia.<\/p>\n
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Fall\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Autumn Moon Kate and I had dinner tonight at Jax.\u00a0 Instant 1950’s.\u00a0 Even the crowd seemed largely–though not exclusively–from that era.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 … Continue reading Back to the 50’s<\/span>