On a whim on Friday, we drove to Altoona for dinner. And went to Claxons on the recommendation of some of R’s coworkers, who, for the record, I’ll never again take seriously when it comes to restaurants.
Claxons has no fabric of any sort in its interior, making it a large, echoy, noisy warehouse inside. Yay.
The food is really expensive in comparison to, um, every other BBQ place in the world.
Their “rub,” which they are really proud of, wasn’t very tasty, the sides weren’t that great, and both of our steaks were well done AND rare all in one. Not great. And the service was really really bad. And I got sour cream splattered on me and then hit in the back of the head with a ball, but that was the fault of the OM team celebrating at the next table.
Apparently, we are not the only ones to have a bad experience here.