"Some requirements if you’re going to Bix: drink a martini, let a suave jazz cellist serenade you, and then order another martini. The 1930s-style supper club in Jackson Square feels like the kind of posh, mysterious place where wealthy people go to dine and hash out dog-related prenup clauses. While the American dishes are passable to good, the free table bread is a highlight. Fluffy rolls are dropped on your plate by buttoned-up wait staff with the flourish of a magician. They may later slide over a side of succotash on the house." - julia chen 1, patrick wong