Jay's Restaurant & Lounge

I went to Jay's for the first time thinking, "how great can it be, it's in Fredricksburg?!" that was a serious error on my part. I had a wonderful, drama free night there. It was for a friends birthday. We came for dinner, I had the Cajun Chicken Linguini which was nothing shy of delicious (obviously i recommend it). As far as appetizers went, we shared various options, and i don't recall anything standing out as unappealling. All yummy :) the mixed drinks were fun with the glowing color-changing ice cubes. As the night goes on they neatly make space for the restaurant to become a lounge with dancefloor. (i say "neatly" because too many occassions I have been in a restaurant/lounge and their transition makes you feel like you're in the way and need to leave--not at Jay's though). Once that was setup, we finished eating, talking, and went to dance. They eventually filled up nicely! DJ was great, bartenders were great and the general staff (waiters, hostess, manager) were all friendly. I seriously can't wait to go back. :)

I had heard so much about this place from coworkers that I had to check it out.  The atmosphere, lighting, and decor were all nice.  The waitstaff was incredibly friendly. However, I must say that once the music started, it was all downhill from there.  I expected more top 40, r&b, etc. and got little more than techno and jazz.  How does anyone dance to that??? At one point, the entire dance floor just stopped dancing and looked at the dj......(he was apparently oblivious to the fact that no one liked the music that he was playing.) Oh well!  What can you do???? I was already there....if they fire the dj and hire another....I would rate it 4-5 stars!!

(Harrison Ford voiceover):

This thing.  This dish.  This Moroccan Chicken.  It was my first thought upon waking after midnight.  More insomnia.  I had been dreaming about the sheep again (electric or not, depending upon the version of the story you believe), but no longer.  I could not get this thing out of my head.  Moroccan Chicken.   I rolled out of my apartment and dropped my spinner down to Jay's.  I half expected Gaff to materialize out of the mist and follow me in, but not tonight.

I entered Jay's which is really no different from any other LA club in this dystopian world in 2019.  This particular club was not one I had been to often.  But they have this dish, Moroccan Chicken, and I needed it.  

The pounding bass and shimmering, shifting lights in the place would offer great cover to a replicant, but I had never encountered one in a place like this.  I was seated at a small round table near the front window.  The other tables were filled with the usual relatively exotic club-goers.  Lots of alcohol.  No food on the tables, really, hopefully the kitchen's still open.  

A group of three rich b*tches in the other window corner appeared clearly out of place and provided some temporary amusement as they cavorted to the music in their chairs.  One of the hipster's with them seemed to be drinking out of a large antiquated glass and another was drinking a pink appearing liquid.  Probably one last hurrah before they go off-world forever.

The waiter seemed a bit incredulous when I asked for the Moroccan Chicken.  He needed to check with the kitchen.  In the meantime I sipped my drink and eyed the VIP area which was full of more party going types.  Something about the waitress over there, a leggy blonde thing.  A replicant.  One of my three marks.  

The waiter returned.  One last dish of Moroccan Chicken available.  I'll take it.  

I flip the collar of my trenchcoat up and unsnap my holster.  The blonde replicant catches my eyes and bolts towards the kitchen.  I'm out of my chair, gun drawn, racing through the dance floor, bass pounding and lights flashing.  

The Moroccan Chicken will have to wait.