I work a block away, and watched the place go up. We wanted to go someplace different for lunch today, i remembered the review posted last week, we felt curious, so off to Jones we went for lunch on a whim.
The waitress grew on me. I didn't like the patter that she was probably told to say at the onset. She *explained* the concept of comfort food. She told us that they were "known for" their chicken and waffles. After a week? Known for it? She also explained *what* it is. Really? Chicken? With waffles? We bit our tongues. In her defense, she totally won us over by being a great waitress in all other respects.
The entrees all looked to be quite substantial and kind of heavy, so we split some appetizers instead.
Pierogies: Yum. They should offer these as an entree. Homemade, with nice sweet caramelized onions on top and sour cream on the side. The two of us gave these a big thumbs up.
Tuna tacos: Rare tuna, seared and diced, with avocado, romaine, cilantro, and a just-spicy-enough dressing. Except...they were in Old El Paso/Ortega taco shells. For real. The corn-chip tasting taco shells completely overwhelmed the taste of the tuna. (What a waste!) They are also ugly as hell, and look, well, cheap. We took two bites each before dumping the contents on our plates so that we could actually enjoy the contents.
Cobb salad: Our verdict was that this was...not so great. "Missing something" was the verdict, repeated a few times for good measure, particularly regarding the taste of the dressing. The chicken was dry. The avocado could'a really used a squirt of lemon juice or something to promote it to 'flavor' from 'just a texture'. The corn kernels were little lost souls, not even sweet enough to stand up to the romaine. Bacon was good, though. But it was pretty remarkably unremarkable.
The waitress asked our opinion as the plates were cleared, we wrinkled our noses and politely criticized the Cobb salad. She returned with an offer of desert on the house. We got the summer berry cobbler topped w/oatmeal crumble. It was *phenomenal*. Raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, blackberrries...sweetened but not oversweetened, addictive crumble topping, served piping hot w/vanilla ice cream.
She encouraged us to fill out comment cards, and noted that they were tweaking their menu quite a bit and that customer comments count -- some menu items have already been pulled or revised.
Overall, i have to say that it's just okay. I think that comfort food and Brady-esque decor are perhaps a bit too cute. I think i like it better when he aims for grand. And certainly it's not hard to find meatloaf and prime rib and the like in Philadelphia -- why wouldn't i just go to a "normal" restaurant? And I hear Mrs. Tootsie's is known for fabulous fried chicken. [wink]