Cask and Clyde

You walk into Cask and Clyde expecting the usual hotel dining room letdown, but instead you're greeted with dark wood, proper lighting, and a kitchen that's clearly not phoning it in. This is the kind of place where you get roasted bone marrow and sourdough, where Scottish beef actually tastes like something, and where the staff know their wine list because they've actually drunk it themselves. It's in the DoubleTree on Cambridge Street, right in the thick of Central, so it's got that business lunch crowd during the day, but come evening it transforms into somewhere genuinely worth booking a table at—not because it's fancy for fancy's sake, but because the food justifies the effort.