umpin' Jupiter, you made it to Jacks! Somehow you have managed to take just the
right back roads & byways -- to make it to this hidden corner of heavenly
Housatonic (or you know enough to live here...)
 How serendipitous that
you have arrived at this johnny-come-lately jewel of Housatonic's 'burgeoning'
restaurant scene. If this is your first visit, you may be suffering from sort
of trepidation, not really knowing what you have stumbled upon. But it really
is safe to go out and turn your car off. Sit back. Keep you hat on if you want
to. And we'll be right with you.
You are about to witness/taste (and hopefully pay for) some of Jacks food: purposely
of the 'enlightened dineresque' genre, with a full bar. Pretty plain & simple,
but wholly wholesome. maybe the slightest hint of a little flair, but usually
understated. We do like dollops. And we cherish mashed potatoes (like our forebear
Joan Embree used to make.) And we love local stuff. And Jell-O®. Boy do we
like Jell-O®. In fact, when we get together to talk about our menu, I think
we just like talking about Jell-O®. Oh, and we're really proud of the Pot
Roast...
The collections along the walls are our own family celebration fo seeking out-and
finding just the right thing. You'll surely find a favorite 'thing' of you own.
In time however, a few secrets about Jacks will no doubt unfold to you... The
'sports Bar' theme has probably already gone over your head! Look closely. That's
Jack's old leather football helmet (hold you comments.) And behind the stairs--ahem,
on you way to the loo--those are original fashion drawings by none other than
Jane, of curtain fame. (This has prompted equal-time rumblings about opening another
restaurant named "Janes", and Jack to rumble, "what do we need
another restaurant for!?)
The train came form one of our retail curtain "relatives" in Portsmouth,
New Hampshire. Used to be in the Beane Farm Kitchen there you know. But that's
another story... By the way, the old truck out front is a 1936 Chevy pickup, six
cylinders. Runs good.
As Josh Billings once said, "There ain't no tonic like the Housatonic."
We love Housatonic, and couldn't agree more. This building (once a hardware store)
and this town (once a flourishing mill town producing woolies for the war effort)
are both emerging. Housatonic from a sleepy recent past, and Jacks from relative
culinary obscurity. We have a lot in common, and we both have pluck. And moxy.
We at Jacks have taken to referring to ourselves as a "Footloose Subsidiary
of The Red Lion Inn," but we're really all the same people acting out our
food fantasies under more casual circumstances. We don't stand on ceremony here.
Come in. sit down. Eat. Let us make you happy. We're glad you made tracks to Jacks...And
we can't wait to see you again!
THE FITZPATRICK FAMILY
P.S. Go outside. Put your nose up against the building, and check out the jewel-like
bits of glass some old mason artfully added to the stucco work. Pretty neat, huh?
Just like Jacks, not easily revealed in one visit...
It really is 'Jacks Grill' --no confounding apostrophe in 'Jacks,' and no pretentious
'e' in 'Grill'
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