If you ever had a hankering to go to Clyde's in Norwood, don't bother. Friends took us out there earlier this week for an "Xmas celebration dinner." Why, oh why are our friends not blessed with a single taste bud? They told us it was a biker bar (cool! I thought), but it turned out to just be another bad pub. Bonus: you can draw on the tables with provided crayons. Anyway, the dirty details: The burgers were flavorless, but cooked to order. The fries were regular old fries - not particularly cripsy, but not soggy either. The half a chicken looked terrible - but our DC said it was fine - it didn't even look like she touched it though. The blueberry beer had no resemblance to blueberries - just plain old IPA with blueberries floating in it. Why did we order desserts, you ask? Because we are gluttons for punishment. A chocolate cheesecake THING was clearly pre-frozen. The kentucky pie tasted like gasoline - been sitting too close to the sternos, eh?
The verdict: It's a pub, not a biker bar, but the food is just bad.