TASTY TIDBITS WASHINGTON DC: CLYDE'S
"... the history of Clyde's is both a chronicle of the restaurants and a chronicle of Clyde's corporate policies effectively put to work."
M Street, Georgetown, 1963, was nothing like the commercial, pristine open-air mall it is now, crammed with hip national retailers, swank bath accessories showrooms and more restaurants than the food court at Mall of America. M Street, Georgetown, 1963, was many degrees darker, a bankrupt east-west egress for federal commuters where derelict warehouses on the south side cast disfigured shadows on the rinky-dink cubbyholes and macerated storefronts on the north. At the west end of M were a couple of grunge bars and cheap places to eat for the less affluent Georgetown student. At night, to the east, there came a slew of Harleys as if out of the manholes at M and Wisconsin. The bikers liked two bars on M Street, the Crazy Horse, a commodious saloon and live music venue on the north side, and, directly across M Street, the B&J Restaurant, a close and dim, two-room renegade beer joint. The B&J seemed an unlikely place to meet Stuart Davidson, a dapper, tall Harvard grad, a World War II pilot, a Scotsman with the bearing of an eccentric aristocrat.
