Linwood Grill Citysearch.com Profile
Lazy yuppies love beer. And sports. And semi-authentic barbeque.
This is why the American bar & grill has become this century’s plague.
Every spin-off of TGIFriday’s is another soul lost to the ancient tradition of cheaply gorging while being distracted by athletics.
The Romans did it. The Mongols even did it. So, of course, Americans have to do it, too.
The uncharming Linwood Grill is a prime example of this clumsy subculture of sports and beer. Strongly represented by the dirty wood floor, slow service, and unmemorable menu, the interior of the Linwood Grill makes you glad you got a table outdoors. The closer you are to the outside world while eating there, the better. To catch a whiff of the sitcom/simple life air that the Linwood breathes is a poisonous mediocrity, and the antidote is at least a few blocks away.
The daily specials stayed above water in the flood of culinary neutrality, with a couple halfway unique recipes. Otherwise, the menu was exactly how would you expect, perhaps smaller.
Let’s face it, the Linwood Grill exists at its specific location simply to sell food, not much else. The near-Fenway spot and cheap-but-expensive menu make it an oasis for the sports-loving ünteryuppie: the kind that loves Polo shirts just because they saw them on ESPN.
