"Jones is the kind of restaurant we’d like to have an affair with. We’ll tell our significant other we have to work late again, only to find ourselves sitting at the bar in a dark room, eating spaghetti and meatballs out of our own personal skillet. And sure, gin doesn’t go as well with pasta as red wine, but we somehow can’t sit down here without ordering one in martini form. We’re not sure why we feel like we have to keep dinner here a secret, but it just feels like the right thing to do." - jess basser sanders, sylvio martins