A Taste of Americana


Nothing says summer like ice cream. And as good as regular soft-serve is, sometimes you need something a little more authentic. That’s why I’m glad I live near a place like Jaxson’s. It’s a local ice cream parlor that opened back in 1956. I don’t go very often, but it’s always awesome when I do. There’s always a line to get in, even just to get ice cream to go. The restaurant is decorated with kitschy decorations and vintage license plates.

Inside Jaxson's
Really cool ceiling.

Last night, a group of my friends and I went to Jaxson’s. We had an absolutely great time, laughing and catching up. And eating. The food is all sorts of fabulous. It’s served in generous, greasy portions. Jaxson’s takes classic American dishes and makes them that much better. Plus, since you’re enjoying your meal in a carnival-like atmosphere, there’s no reason you wouldn’t enjoy yourself.

Chicken Ceasar Wrap

And did I mention the ice cream?!? That’s practically the reason Jaxson’s exists. There’s way too many flavors to choose from- I took my sweet time making sure I picked the perfect flavor. I choose vanilla cherry, topped with caramel and whipped cream. The whipped cream was unreal, and the sundae as a whole was just delicious.

Heaven on Earth

Here are some other snapshots of our evening:

At a time when people seem to be yearning for simpler times, lots of places sell “nostalgic” experiences. Jaxson’s is the real deal though. It reminds me of an America I didn’t have a chance to see, a relic of our past. (And those old license plates make me want to road trip on Route 66.) Old-school experiences should be appreciated, because they don’t make them like this anymore.

Do you know places like this back home? What’s your favorite thing about them?

I hope all my American readers enjoy their holiday weekend!

~ Sarah