Boston Pizza? Why not "*Your Location* Pizza" HA. That's just a little suggestion for the marketing staff at corporate.
I've never been to Boston but from my experience at Boston Pizza I'm very fond of the local culture. There is not a better place to grab a pint with the fellas (my uncle and grandpa). My uncle and grandpa got Budweiser beer pints and I ordered a Manhattan. Our waitress Emily was a delight and I can tell you TWO things i liked about her ;) haha oh man, I'm just kidding. I recently went out with Kassandra from Tinder (to the Mandarin) so it doesn't matter if Emily asked for my number I just couldn't betray her like that.
So let me set the scene for you. The fellas were out for some booze and grub. I ordered the butter chicken fettuccine (delish dish). I practically booked a flight to Boston at the restaurant because I want the AUTHENTIC Boston cuisine not this suburban mimic. Gramps ordered the nachos and UNCLE DAVE got the pizza burger. Emily brought our food when UNCLE DAVE was outside smoking a cigarette (imported Marlboros) so I took a few fries off his plate without asking ha ha I hope he doesn't read this.
The jalapeƱos on the nachos were SPICY! So spicy that Gramps had to order a few more beer pints. This is where the evening took a turn. When Emily leaned over to put down the beer, Gramps face lit up like Jimmy Neutron with a good idea. He stared at her bosoms and said some very off color remarks. I guess the Alzheimers kicked in and Gramps began to say that he was leaving my grandma so he could move to Arizona with Emily (no humidity its good for the aches). My grandmother died in a snowmobiling accident 15 years ago, so this was all pretty shocking.
Emily was a good sport but when Gramps began making sucking noises, Emily had had enough. MANAGER STEVE asked us to leave the restaurant and Gramps struggled with this to say the least. He was offended that Emily did not want an attractive and wealthy man like himself (I guess the pension for a retired construction worker is pretty good). I think Gramps might have to be put in an assisted living facility. The upside is that we didn't have to pay for our meal. This was by far the worst half-birthday of my life. Kassandra didn't even send me her kind regards and hasn't even answered my calls since our date at the Mandarin. I'm worried that she doesn't see a future with me.