It's not a bad drive from Detroit. About 45 minutes. All the drive starts when you get there. The place is listed as Wilkins Restaurant and located between Detroit and Pontiac surrounded by enough lakes and august beauty to be overly impressive. Don't let the restaurant label confuse you. It's a roadhouse…in the true sense of the word. It qualifies for this archaic title because of a congenial host named Fred Wilkins, a menu that lives up to its adjectives, a heavy-handed bartender who sees double every time he pours, and a bevy of maidservants can almost make you forget why you're there: GOOD JAZZ! That's the drive that starts the minute a member of the Wilkins family greets you at the door. It's LIVE AT WILKINS every night. For those of us who are hung up on the driving piano of an ex-music teacher, the nimble-wristed percussion of an aspiring history teacher and the blurring fingers of a metal-stringed bassist who's a fireman for kicks… it's more like LIVING at Wilkins. It doesn't grow on you. It hits you
right in your rhythm. If you like fatty, two-handed, swinging jazz ...you're home.
Excerpt from the album cover titled: Live? at Wilkins. A 1960 LP recording of the Jerry Libby Trio.