Jackson Hole restaurants hold a special place in my heart. I met my wife for the first time at the east 80s location when she was working there as a waitress.
The original Jackson Hole location is a pretty cool little joint on the ground floor of a nice brownstone building on 64th Street between 3rd and Lex.
When you first come down the stairs you are greeted with the cashier, the kitchen, and a few bar stool type seats, like you might see at an old diner.
Around the corner is the dining room, which seems to have retained all the charm it had upon opening nearly 45 years ago.
Upon sitting down, you get a nice bowl of half sour pickles. Fucking damn good.
I ordered an American cheeseburger.
It stacks up nice with lettuce, tomato and pickle:
The burgers here are generous 7oz patties, cooked to a nice medium on the flat top griddle. The bread could use some improvement, but otherwise this was a great burger.
The fries were steak fries style, but they were cooked to a great crispy golden brown. I typically hate steak fries, but these were excellent.
Wash that delicious shit down with a coffee flavored milk shake, and you’re all set:
My wife ordered a breakfast plate of two eggs over easy with sausage and toast:
232 E. 64th St.
New York, NY 10065