The title should make the point of this post obvious: Boston Pizza SUCKS! I don't even understand how they are as popular as they are; how their garish, red, blinking lights and their big box concept has been replicated like a virus in every city and 'dot on the map' town in Canada; and how in the world is this place always packed, no matter what time in the week you go.
The restaurant industry, just like all other industries, is extremely competitive. New restaurants, with a variety of pioneering or tried and true concepts, come and go everyday. It is a rare thing to see your local restaurant lasting more than 5 years even with quality food and service, and if they do, then that is truly a laudable achievement. Yet Boston Pizza, with its bland and crappy food; prices that are not worth the garbage they feed; harried and forgettable service provided by staff who have the same high-pitched "Hey how you guys doin", but look like they hate their jobs; and the same, tired old, design concept, somehow endures.
I have always disliked Boston Pizza and its same old, vanilla like blandness. I wonder whether those who actually like Boston Pizza, prefers all their things vanilla flavored. Going to Boston Pizza for a date with your girlfriend/boyfriend, is showing the significant other the promise that the night will end with you both in your trusty old bed from 10 years ago, moving like a well-oiled wheel, in the well-practiced/cant-go-wrong, missionary sex position! Bland and boring, for short.
I would only end up in Boston Pizza if I had NO OTHER option of bodily sustenance (I'm not talking of food, which is not served in Boston Pizza by the way) and I was a few moral inhibitions away from cannibalizing a fellow human! Which is what happened to me while I was up in snowy and icy North Bay, ON, tired and muscles aching from controlling a dog sled charging through the snowy forests with six strong & speedy Huskies! Then try dragging a stubborn and unwilling Husky back to its kennel, your hands straining at the dog's harness; fingers slipping on it until only an index finger is precariously clinging onto the Husky's harness, straining and almost feeling like that poor finger of mine will break, and still the heavy and strong Husky is unwilling to move. And then add a dash of going uphill, your feet sinking soundlessly into un-trodden snow, and a blizzard coming in, your toes feeling frost-bitten despite wearing proper winter boots...
YEP, that was my weekend and NO WONDER I ended up at Boston Pizza, famished & willing to admit in defeat that my bland Jambalaya Fettucine did not taste that bad, after I added a motherload of pepper to it! And now that I am warm at home, about to jump into my warm bed, and do not have to struggle against the elements or drag a wet, dead-weight but ferocious Husky up a hill...I have time to remember back to my meal and say...THAT MEAL SUCKED & BOSTON PIZZA STINKS! Also, a memo to their cooks: Please go back to middle school family studies class, to learn the basics of cooking!
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