Red Naugahyde seating, a checkerboard floor and a rather measly collection of replica American tinplate signs may hint at ‘Happy Days’ era Americana, but somehow the interior seems unresolved, cold and sparse. The dozen burger options throw up no surprises so we plumped for a standard medium grilled cheeseburger. It all looked great and arrived quick-sharp, courtesy of a jolly waitress dressed as Daisy Mae Hazzard. Sadly, the patty was medium on the outside but still mooing in its heart, the fries were thick, golden and undercooked and the coleslaw portion came in a tiny ketchup pot. Jerry’s still needs a few minor adjustments to earn our complete praise.