nostalgia makes for good business, doesn’t it? a max’s restaurant opened in jersey city, nj, a week ago and, from all accounts, it’s been packed ever since. my parents were pretty excited about it so when i was home for the weekend, i took my dad and mom out to dinner. it took more than 40 minutes to secure a table and another 20 minutes before the chicken was served. i shouldn’t complain, though. it was only the restaurant’s “soft opening.” we were aware they still had a lot of kinks to iron out.
the chicken, as advertised, was very good. the skin was crispy, the meat moist and flavorful. i had the feeling, though, that the chicken could have been a little burnt and my parents wouldn’t have minded at all. apparently, max’s played a role in their courtship. so i imagine the meal was flavored with really good memories 😉
of course, my own memories of max’s chicken included my parents. we used to go to the branch on roxas boulevard (i wonder if it’s still there) after we picked up my dad from the airport. so, happy times!
(i forgot my cell phone at home so i had to borrow the images above from the max’s restaurant website: http://www.maxschicken.com)