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Jar changed my life tonight.


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Jar changed my life tonight.

Organ Leroy | Mar 26, 2006 01:08 AM

The wife and I (plus two friends) lost our Jar virginity tonight. The wife did her homework by posting here ahead of time and getting some recommendations, and let me thank everyone for responding.

First: Great room. I love the flying-saucer light fixtures, the wood paneling, and the square etched-steel artwork on the back wall.

Second: Great mixed crowd.

Third: Holy almighty jumping Jesus, the best beef I've ever eaten.

But let me begin at the beginning: We started with Caesar salad (made with endive instead of romaine, very attractive), crab devilled eggs, oysters (Hog Island, fantastic), and pea puree. All excellent. As the wife pointed out, the pea puree was proof of how underrated our good friend the humble green pea is. And you thought it was only good for sticking up your nose!

We then moved on to beef done four ways, the better to reduce this planet's terrifying overpopulation of cows. There was beef Bourguignon, chopped sirloin, rib eye, and an Australian Kobe beef flat iron steak.

I didn't sample the Bourguignon, but its owner raved. The chopped sirloin was delicious and creative (served with a fried egg on top), if just short of mind-blowing. The rib eye was ridiculously flavorful. And that Kobe beef flat iron steak could make me sell out my own mother to Haliburton or the Taliban (thank god Dick Cheney wasn't around to broker the deal).

Let's not forget the sublime side dishes of Japanese purple yams, creamed corn, and French fries. Did I mention that my colon is exploding?

We finished with chocolate devil cake, a cupcake assortment, banana cream pie and butterscotch pudding. The devil cake would be great anywhere else, but here paled next to the other three, which made us feel like Augustus Gloop at the moment he dove into the chocolate river, and without the problematic sucked-up-the-pipes conclusion.

Our waiter just a bit up his own ass (the kind who inserts the words "tonight" and "this evening" far too often in his sentences), but he steered us right in every decision, and so is forgiven.

We brought our own wine, though it was a tough call between our bottles and the (judged by the wife) excellent wine list. $20 corkage per bottle.

Will we be back? Yes, just as soon as our ateries are drilled clean by weeks of oat bran and steel wool casserole. Jar made us blind with pleasure. Bad Jar. Bad.


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