3 /5 Jordan Gary: Let’s start with the elephant in the room: what on earth happened to the concourse area? I was expecting something in the vein of the former Sea Grill — you know, elegant, polished, maybe even a hint of nostalgia. Instead, we got… whatever this is. A far cry from what once was, and not in a poetic way.
As for the food: perfectly fine. Not life-changing, not offensive — just fine.
The real shocker was the $65 “pasta water” candle, which feels like performance art about modern dining prices. Bold of them to charge museum gift shop money for something you can generate yourself by boiling noodles.
On the bright side, the olives appetizer was extremely plentiful — the kind of plentiful that makes you wonder if they know something you don’t, like an impending olive shortage they’re trying to single-handedly prevent.
The rigatoni was tasty and came in a decent portion, so no complaints there.
The gnocco (or what they called gnocco) was… not something I would’ve recognized as gnocchi in any universe. I would’ve been disappointed, but my wife thoroughly enjoyed it, so I’ll go ahead and declare it a victory.
Dessert was a tiramisu that landed squarely in the “good but not postcard-worthy” category — perfectly adequate to scratch the itch without inspiring poetry.
Overall? Jupiter is a decent meal wrapped in a baffling setting, with a pasta water price tag that will haunt me for a while.