Unfortunately, Jack's felt more like a two-seat bar, than a luxury bar. My friends and I were packed in like sardines and were asked to pay high prices for oysters that were okay, but not spectacular. More than the food, the service and "feel" of the restaurant were not up to snuff.
On a hot New York evening, we arrived for our six o'clock reservation and were told to wait outside until the floor was mopped! The maitre d' was perhaps much too stressed because he faced another evening serving unevenly conceived foods at high prices in a closet-sized, townhouse with faux illusions of grandeur. The service was a mess. Orders were confused.
The bland-tasting tasting menu was not artfully conceived. More than that, the baba au rhum dessert course came with sponge cake cut at different sizes for the six of us. I got a scrawny end piece; the maitre d' poured cheap rum on our cake as if he were putting out a forest fire. A touch of good rum would have been just fine. And, the maitre didn't ask who wanted rum. Three of us didn't drink alcohol.
The surprise sorbet was made from Lipton tea! And the sorbet servings came partially-melted. This was disastrous.
I can only guess why our evening was such a catastrophe. The young chefs in the mini garret upstairs were possibly told to offer customers a hint of luxury on a shoestring. Who knows? I know that we'll never return.
I'm always sad to end this way because the owner of Jack's wasted his money along with us.