Jackson on a Saturday is always busy, and in the off season, if you actually find a nice restaurant open, chances are everybody else in town is there, too. So as we putzed around town, we ended up at Trio, a small, ultra modern bistro in downtown Jackson (as if there is any other part). Lights are dim, tables are stainless steel, chairs are straight from an Ikea catalog. The wine list is full of blends from more obscure wine countries that appeal to a younger, hipper drinking crowd and a brick pizza oven fires in the back in full view of diners.
The line to get in is out the door, which the small, curtained-off foyer lined with hungry Jacksonians. Should we have made reservations? Would it have mattered?
But we ask anyway. "There are two of us; how long?"
"Well, we might have a place at the bar," the hostess said hesitantly.
So there we were, walking into a restaurant with a 45 minute wait, and we are seating right away because we like bars. And watching them make brick over pizza was a calming entertainment.
A photo of our wine, Evolution Lucky Edition, a blend of 9 different grapes that apparently begs the question: "Were you trying to do this, or did your leftovers just happen to work well together?"
No comments:
Post a Comment