Steppin' Out to Jackson's

Yo yo yo dawgs! We straight hit up Tito & Randy Jackson's hot spot down in the Village, aptly named, Jackson's!

The stylishly decorated Jackson's was hopping with Music Row types and Vandy Nurses. We luckily found a table in the back and I promptly grabbed the "Mafia Don" seat. I had a good scan of the room. You never know when that Lunch is Fun crew is going to put out a Nugget hit.

After watching a hipster mom crash her very unhipster like Land Cruiser into the front steps of Jackson's, we were regaled with exciting tales of terror and suspense from our guest of honor, the tough as nails, hard living, hard drinking, hard scrabble and any other metaphorical adjectives you care to pin on him, Irish Car Bomber.

I had a medium rare mushroom burger and fries. The burger was maybe shade redder than I was comfortable with, but after my first bite, I really didn't give a rat's ass. This is a tasty burger peeps. The bakery roll bun was brushed with some sort of garlic infused butter that made you stink like a vampire hunter. Luckily, Rightz came prepared with gum, because as soon as we got back to the Gamma Blast World HQ™ we were summoned to the inner sanctum of a record label here on The Row to discuss a music video. Jackson's, I like you more than ever!

A new twist on HamBlogger Friday included the table getting 2 desserts and 5 spoons. After much concern and debate over exactly how "Sex in the City" or "Gay" it was to share the tasty concoctions, we scarfed down a fried twinkie and cookie dough egg rolls with a heaping dollop of glacier (that's ice cream to you not as well-heeled as I Bozos). As "The Boss" I promptly ruled that dessert should not affect our scores but should be viewed as an exhibition sport, much like BMX Bike Skeet Shooting and Women's Softball in the Olympics.

Because I'm "The Boss", and Joe was always my favorite Jackson, I give Jackson's a 9.86 out of 10.