When my parents were still insisting on dragging me for dinner for my birthday, Jalons was one of the places I was fortunate enough to be dragged to. Having got there before either of them, I ordered a glass of Sambuca (no love, not a shot, a glass) and sat sipping whilst waiting for the impending doom. To be honest, the night went downhill from there.
Once the rentals had turned up, we were seated at our table and a fair bit of fuss was made over me as it was my birthday. I gritted my teeth and smiled politely. After another sambuca the wine came, and we ordered our food. I can't remember what I had but knowing me it was probably chicken, and it was lovely. I'm not one to leave stuff on my plate usually, but I am a slow eater. This was gone in record time.
Unfortunately someone cocked up the dessert otherwise it would've been a perfect meal. I have a feeling my mum organised for a cake to be brought out, and I had told her that I don't like chocolate cake (yes, I know, how disgusting of me). What came out of the kitchen with all the staff singing around it? A WHOLE chocolate cake. I then had to pretend to eat some of it while everyone watched, and then asked for it to be packed up and forgotten in the kitchen please thank you very much. To top things off, we had champagne, and I'm afraid to say that at this point my stomach started churning. However, I managed to get through the whole experience with grace and dignity before legging it back to my flat and hugging the toilet.
There is live music every night at Jalons these days, and it is a thoroughly pleasant place to go for a meal. Just not with my parents and a tummy lined with Sambuca! read more