Matilda S.
Google
Two Ten Jack looks promising — dim lights, stylish bar, the kind of place that should deliver. But the reality quickly proved otherwise.
First came the yakitori avocado, a dish that could double as modern art. It’s literally half an avocado — skin on — lightly grilled and served with a small puddle of sauce where the pit used to be, plus a side of wasabi for moral support. No spoon was provided, so we attempted the delicate feat of eating it with chopsticks. Halfway through, we realized the dish is so ridiculous that we just abandoned it.
The crispy tuna wasn’t terrible, but the wobbly ball of fish perched on top made it nearly impossible to eat gracefully without a mess.
We also tried the pork-stuffed shishito peppers, which might’ve been the final straw — the pork inside was still raw. We sent it back, politely, but by then the spell was broken.
Service was glacial. No one checked on us, so we ended up pouring our own water from a carafe behind the bar. After all that, we didn’t even attempt the mains — we left hungry, confused, and a little incredulous.
Two Ten Jack has ambition, but between the self-serve hydration, avocado existentialism, and raw pork surprises, it’s hard to recommend.
