Emmie took me to Jones for my birthday. We decided on Sunday brunch a few weeks after my birthday. I was happy because it gave me something to look forward to. Emmie picked me up at 10am and we headed down to Chestnut Street. Our reservations were at 10:30am and we ended up waiting out front for a few minutes for them to open. There was actually a little crowd of people waiting to get in! I was getting excited. If this was a restaurant with a line to get in, I wanted to know why!
We walked past the bar and were seated at a booth next to the windows. Jones is decorated as if all the Brady Bunch furniture was dropped off on their doorstep. Lime green vinyl seats and stools, bright orange shag carpeting, faux tan “brick” walls and lots of kitchy light fixtures. Each booth and table has a nightlight with a black and white photo, ours was the Jefferson Memorial. The kitchen is open and you can watch the line cooks bustle about the kitchen.
We checked out the brunch menu which had a nice selection of breakfast and lunch options (Including Mom’s meatloaf) and I decided on the French Toast with fruit, Emmie got the Buttermilk Pancakes. We both decided that an order of Monkey Bread was also a must. Yes, it was definitely a carb overload, but hey, it was my birthday and I didn’t get a cake this year… so bring on the breakfast foods!
When our meals came out we sat and admired them before digging in. The french toast was amazing! Emmie kept proclaiming that her pancakes were the best she’d ever had! We both sampled each others and then declared ourselfs stuffed. We had our leftovers packed and off we went for some errand running.
The next morning, I reheated my french toast in the oven and put a few dollops of vanilla yogurt on top… heaven!