You know a restaurant has to be good when the only point against it is not even the restaurant's fault: simply put, we wished we had more time to enjoy Jaques, and we spent nearly two hours there. The time went by fast in a blur of poised service from every level of the staff, outstanding food and an environment that is equally welcoming to first-timers (ahem) and to the regulars who knew everyone by name. Just make sure you have reservations so you can participate, too.
Well, that may not be entirely accurate, actually. We tried to reserve a table here on a Saturday night but they were booked from about 8:00 p.m. until sometime next Tuesday. And with good reason! The locals know this place, and they know a great place when they find it! On a whim, we walked down here around 6:00, got right in and got to experience the hustle and bustle before it got crazy.
You walk in through a small bar area, through a brief alcove and then back into another dining room. For my money, we got the best seat in the house at the table by itself in the left of the alcove, near the door leading up the stairs to the bathrooms. Sure, it is a high traffic area, but you are never in danger of bumping into anyone or being too far removed from a server. In fact, the team of waiters and waitresses they had working when we were there all helped each other out, and made sure we, as well as the other tables, never were in need of a refill, a plate bussed, etc.
Speaking of plates, we knew we wanted dessert, so we worked backwards and attempted to order entrees that would not make us too full. One of us managed that delicate balance, while the rest of us had to loosen our belts when all was said and done. The monkfish was wonderful, the ribeye was somehow impossibly better than many of the ones cooked back home in Texas and my half-lobster was actually found in the dictionary next to the word "succulent."
After dinner, it was hard to tell which would hit first: dessert, or my food coma. Before the coma could arrive, I walked through the nearby door and headed upstairs to the bathroom. It's a single-occupant room but it feels pretty spacious on the inside. Oddly more spacious than the narrow stairs you climb to get to it.
Anyway, I headed back down to see the strawberries and shortbread item, as well as my hazelnut biscuit and shot of espresso. I never tried the shortbread because it seemingly vanished off the plate due to how tasty it was. And my biscuit and espresso shot were just the things I needed to sprint back up the street in the rain to my hotel.
All in all, Jaques is an excellent addition to any diner's portfolio of international eateries. It is not always easy to get a seat, and reservations are practically required, but Jacques is definitely a place worth visiting in Cork. read more