Jackson 20 is owned by the Kimpton Hotel chain, whose brunches run the gamut from great (Firefly) to good (Urbana) to mediocre-and-very-overpriced (Poste Brasserie). However, when my parents come to visit, they stay at Kimpton’s Hotel Helix, which we love because it’s dog friendly and super-fabulously gay with its leopard robes and ’70s décor.
I previously dined at Jackson 20 on a date with beau and was hesitant to go back because of its carnivorous focus and greasy food. I like to tell myself they decorate with pigs because they’re really cute, and not because it’s a barbecue joint and they like eating them (sigh). But, my guests picked Jackson 20 so off I went.
Surprisingly, Jackson 20 had lots of fresh seafood and vegetarian options. For starters, we shared their fruit plate, which at $5 was a great deal for all the delicious fresh fruit it offered—pineapples, grapes, strawberries, cantaloupe, honeydew, and blueberries.
I had the panzanella sandwich ($11) with heirloom tomatoes, cucumber, basil, mozzarella, and red onion on grilled ciabatta. They were out of ciabatta so it came on French bread, which was still delicious. The crisp potato chips arrived on my plate in an adorable little frying basket. The chips were delicious but very very greasy (not unlike my previous experience) and gave me a stomach ache later in the day.
My healthier co-Bitches had the field greens ($9), with gala apples and citrus vinaigrette, and the three egg omelet ($11) with cheddar cheese, green onions, and Virginia ham. Entrées were reviewed as good—but no one appeared to be overly enthused.
Scanning the room, the chicken fried steak and eggs looked like carnivorous, fried ecstasy and the Waffle with the Works—with ice cream, berries, bananas, chocolate chips, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, caramel, and M&Ms—would put one into sugar-high heaven. You can also order a waffle with two of these toppings—but why would you bother?
Other notable mentions—the service at Jackson 20 is phenomenal, but the coffee is bad.
The Bitches say: B- My sandwich was yummy, the service was great, and it’s an easy location right on King Street. Spectacular fruit plate, but you could also go to the grocery store for that. Nothing was memorable, other than my grease-induced tummy ache.
480 King St.