I'm all about second chances because you see the first time wasn't the most pleasant experience and I was put right off, but we all grow and can be plied with a little persuasion right? I didn't think so either, but having dined here twice now, Jackson and Rye is a bit of all right.
My friend and I had an early lunch here and despite my lateness, I was walked to my table by the member of staff who told me that my table was ready, which was nice considering how busy it was.
Now it's the food which seals the deal for me, and whilst my squid starter was borderline average, my steak was perfect: cooked how I like, tender-yet juicy slices of beef falling from my knife and into my mouth. It was in fact, rather good. They offered that vile bernaise, along with another kind steak sauce, but I like it plain, rare, with a glass of red--nice to know they have that option though.
Those that know me, know I'm not a drinker. I haven't a scooby about alcohol, and the house red, for me, was a tad acidic. It was the bourbon my friend and I had with our desserts that really sweetened it.
You'll find another in Chiswick and Richmond, but whatever you do, get the steak for a main and the pecan tart which was a sticky, nutty joy. Oh and the better-than-the-classic, melting chocolate sundae that is a mix of hot chocolate sauce, creamy ice cream and rich, but not sickly, chocolate brownie; it will change your life. Paired with the double shot of bourbon on ice, the desserts had me singing a different tune.