626 Guilford College Road
Greensboro, NC 27409
Guilford County
Phone: (336) 852-7084
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by Taylor L. on Dropped in last night with a few friends. To summarize, the presentations were gorgeous, most of the food was amazing, the decor was comfy (and quiet until about 7 when the dining room filled up), and I actually left not only full, but totally engorged...off the 11-item tasting. We got the following: Nantucket Bay Scallop Tempura Ahi Tuna Tartare Tataki of American Wagyu Skirt Beef Carpaccio Salad Jidori Chicken Crispy Branzino Kobe Burger Prime NY Steak XIV Cheese Selection Folded Mango Nutella Custard Most impressed by: Cheese Selection (which was some sort of strong cheese, possibly Abbaye De Belloc, with a quince jelly and foam), Wagyu Skirt, and the Branzino. Could most likely skip: Ahi Tuna Tartare (it was good, but lacking in something...just not enough depth, really), Jidori Chicken (I know many people have raved about it, but it just wasn't unique enough for me, no more truffled mac and cheese, I was bummed). The Kobe Burger was definitely the largest portion, it was actually a slider, with a side of fries. Seating was immediate. Our server was friendly and attentive. We opened two bottles of wine ($35 corkage) and the total for the table was $570. This included a Wagyu beef order for a 6 year old that we had with us on top of the 4 of us getting the 11-item tasting. 20% gratuity was included. Where they lose the star for me is in the server's assumption that the leftover cash for the bill was an additional tip. Maybe it was my fault for not clarifying with her when I handed her my card with extra cash, but she swiped the additional $18 without even questioning it. We were left scrounging for $10 to pay the valet...who hilariously parked our Corolla up the street instead of in the lot with the Maserati and BMWs. Maybe if we stopped eating like this, we could afford better cars. ;)
by Lawerence Keyl on It is anti-climactic to review Jillian's after its big 90's boom, but some things need to be said. This place, any Jillian's really, confuses me. Maybe I'm not weak enough to be impressed by (R) or (TM) or (C) on the menu. If I were charging $17 for a veggie tart the size of an 18k gold commemorative Neil Armstrong moon coin, I would be forced to copyright my creation and purposely skunk my Amstel Lights, too. Just to be different than the hundreds of better restaurants in SF. To be the clone with an extra toe. To be snooty homecoming royalty when there were prettier, nicer girls with better grades to vote for. To protect my uniqueness because my momma always told me I was special. Sure, I'd trademark my tart and markup 1,600%. It tasted ok, though I couldn't afford a napkin to wipe the flat beer off my chin.
