That's not to say that we never go there. In fact, we've had more meals at Jax than you can shake a fish stick at. Way back in the day when folks were still a bit skeptical about the availability of fresh, quality seafood in our landlocked state, Jax served as a bastion to all of us hungry souls starved for their impressive array of briny oysters and fixation-inspiring calamari. So given our preoccupation with the aforementioned salty snacks, our exploration of the viniferous offerings at Jax has been focused almost exclusively toward wines of the crisp, white (and frequently, bubbly) persuasion. Simply put: We hang out at Jax for the fish, not its wine list.