We passed Jack's on the way down to Florida back in February, and were very intrigued by the overwhelming menu and the two other reviews here, but were unfortunately unable to stop. After 5 months of anticipation, we finally got Jacked. Let's start at the beginning. A very nice employee held the door for us and said that she was glad to have us here. Even though she was lying, it felt like the truth. The decor is what I would call "fast food chic." It's caught in a crisis between looking like an old Jack in the Box and a new Arby's. There's a definite identity crisis going on in the visual brand of Jacks, and it could use a more unique facelift. The tile on the walls is, crucially, not dirty, but it was definitely giving the essence of dirt. The dining room reeks of smoke. The fireplace was a nice touch (big first date vibes), but unfortunately unlit in the summer. I will edit this review in the winter, should that be remedied. Only one sink in the bathroom made for an awkward experience, but I'm willing to blame this one on my own lack of social awareness, rather than the resturaunt. My friend could not pronounce the town name, "Eufaula". She kept calling it "Euphanism". I am unsure of how this impacts the restaurant experience. Onto the food. Chili dogs were back. Alas, we went for breakfast, and I didn't quite have an 8am chili dog in me. I ordered a coffee, a cup of white milk (basically ice. Don't ask), the hashbrowns, and two chicken biscuits, adding egg and cheese for each. One of the biscuits was missing the cheese. I paid 60 cents for that cheese. The coffee is dirt water, but it'll get the job done. Crucially, it wasn't burnt, and was served with a smile. It is in this section where I would typically tell you what I thought of the hashbrowns. However, I do not know what I thought of them, as I never recieved them. I waited and waited and waited, and yet, no hashbrowns. So you will have to be content with what my friend thought of them. And I quote, "the hashbrowns get seated down in my mouth. They were, in a word, bad. I have nothing more to say on the matter. However, the ranch that I dipped them in was surprisingly dilly." The first chicken biscuit was just ok. It wasn't quite hot, and the cold, sterile slab of American cheese did little to improve the experience. The egg was an egg. Onto the second biscuit. This time, the chicken was more than just lukewarm - I'd go so far as to call it fresh. Perhaps the lack of cheese was a gift, for that second biscuit was much better. Piping hot, just crispy enough. This was perfection in every bite. The cheese was not missed (unlike my 60 cents). The chicken was well-seasoned. When I went to lick my fingers and not use a napkin, I was very pleasantly surprised. Even the wounds in my fingers enjoyed the salt from my biscuit. To summarize, the food was good but it makes me question what my future holds. As I'm writing this, I am still waiting on my hashbrowns. read more