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| - I totally forgot how bad Boston Pizza was till my neighbour told me she went, unfortunately, had I known I would have done everything in my power to prevent her from setting foot in this place.
It was about a year ago, when I last "dined" here, it still brings back bad memories, in fact my stomach is churning as I type. I have been back since, but only in the lounge for drinks.
I went with my good friend for a late lunch here and later deeply regretted it, really we should have gone to Subway, just next door. I was starving and ordered this Alfredo chicken concoction that is no longer on the menu, rightfully so. It was supposed to be a grilled chicken breast with a creamy Alfredo sauce and mushrooms on top with your choice of side. I chose the pasta.
The "meal" came with a starter salad with their signature raspberry vinaigrette. Disgusting. The lettuce was mostly wilted, too much dressing, dressing was too sweet and really nothing special, obviously something out of a bottle, and not made in house. The chicken was definitely precooked due to its rubbery texture and the creamy Alfredo was a flour based roux that tasted like dough. It was an attempt at fooling people with somewhat sophisticated pallets into thinking they were getting an Alfredo sauce but a dismal failure indeed. There were no mushrooms and the only redeeming quality to this entire dish was the pasta, simple spaghetti in a tomato sauce topped with some parm, you really can't screw that up even if you tried.
First bite, the entire chicken portion was cold and the sauce on top was not even heated! The chicken had absolutely no flavour, it was just grilled as is, no spice, oil, salt, nothing. I guess they were hoping their "Alfredo" would save this disaster. Needless-to-say I never finished the meal...I had the spaghetti and a bite of the evil chicken and that was the end of it, or so I thought.
About midnight that same evening, something was not sitting so well, I did have a feeling it might have been the mystery chicken...and I was right, it all came back out! I was hugging the toilet all night!!!! Thanks BP for an experience I will never forget.
It makes me wonder what these marketing wizards were thinking when they came up with the initial slogan of "Come and get it all, at Boston Pizza." I'm sorry, come and get what? A severe case of diarrhea? Did these people not ever eat here? Perhaps some did and decided on a new slogan, "You're among friends at Boston Pizza" REALLY? Would these be the same friends that told you to come and get it all? These people are obviously not your friends...unless you enjoy a nice violent case of gut rot, loose 'em!
EWE!
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