Claddagh made me think of Dubliner, McFaddens, and Raglan Road as the stereotype of what an Irish pub should be...loud and dark. I swear if I ever went into a supposed Irish pub that I could see my menu I would faint. The food was standard fair. Spinach artichoke dip a bit gloppy, not easy to eat with dry Melba toast. The cabbage egg roles were an strangely tasty fusion dish. I did order the fish and chips, but something about the breading was tough and uninviting. And cod is a plain fish to start. The desserts were the crushing element of the dinner. The chocolate pecan pie was too much chocolate. And the bread pudding was dry and nothing like bread pudding should be made. Overall, the food was typical Irish chain food.