Jones is a restaurant that doesn’t need to exist. If it was 40 years ago then it would probably be a decent place to eat but unless you have a fetish for eating in the Brady Bunch’s kitchen then there’s no reason to go here today. This is the brainchild of Philadelphia’s #1 wallet raper, Stephen Starr. Much like most of his other restaurants this one is what is commonly referred to as OVERRATED. Jones does, however, boast one feature that most restaurants do not and that is that they do not accept reservations. This works to the advantage of people with a tremendous amount of time to wait for an open table during those hectic lunch hours which, as it turns out, occur every single day. We walked in with no line and still waited 15 minutes. Really? There’s like 30 tables. The room is decked out with yellow shag carpet and wood paneling, populated by tables and chairs that appear to be purposely worn to look like they’re straight out of 1974. I had the chicken and waffles, a meal that combines two incompatible foods and covers them with gravy. Lame. Everything else on the menu is homestyle, boring and, most importantly, OVERPRICED. I was told our waitress had nice titties but considering I don’t remember them, they must have been pretty shabby, so thumbs down on the service. This place should burn down and be forgotten.
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