Sbarro

I like them — I’ve always liked Sbarro’s! Great memories from when I was younger, definitely recommend it!

This garbage heap has overpriced, crappy, unseasoned pizza. What a ripoff!

Typically I would never review a crappy chain place in the middle of a food court but I felt the need to paint a big red X on this place and you’ll see why in a minute.
Now you’re in the Corner Mall food court and you’re hungry. HERE is where you will eat:
Wongs, Carribbean Soul, Sushi Time, The Indian Place or even Dunkin Donuts or Subway.
I had a moment of weakness the other day. I was walking by the Sbarro’s and the guy caught my eye. «We are having a special!» he said.
I asked him, «What is it?» Not really caring but being a friendly guy.
«If you buy 2 slices you get a large free drink!» he exclaimed with a huge smile while beating a large drum.
I thought to myself, «Well I could give one slice to Big Daddy, and get a Mountain Dew for free and skip the coffee which would be very frugal of me!»
«Ok Sir. I will have one slice of Pepperoni and one of those Hawaiian slices that look like you probably just made them!»
I waited while he heated them up, ordered my Mountain Dew and took out a few bucks to pay.
It was EIGHT DOLLARS AND CHANGE. This was two slices and a «free» soda.
I felt ripped off. I hate feeling ripped off. I was ripped off.
At Wongs for 4 and change you can get a giant plate of rice, chicken, mushrooms, vegetable and a pat on the fanny. (Ten times the food)
NOW, what you need to know about pizza in Boston and the area.
Pizza Regina
Santarpio’s
Bianchi’s
Bill Ash’s
Bertucci’s
Mr. G’s in Peabody
There’s a good place right next to Falafel King also.
This pizza was not good. It has the airy cake like crust that anyone who ever had a pie in NY would laugh at. The cheese is all… gloppy for lack of a better word and the toppings are not fresh. All the pizza is sitting under hot lights and I have no idea when they were actually made.
And I was ripped off. I should have asked how much up front but the «specials» should be posted with prices. Total BS.
Blecchhh.

I don’t go here for myself anymore because their pizza is worse than any other Sbarro’s location I’ve ever experienced. But after Pride in June 2009, I went here to grab some food because my boyfriend wanted a couple of calzones. I bought two calzones for him and asked the employee if he could pour some water into my thermos. He hesitated and a very well-​dressed man came up behind him — presumably the owner or manager. He told me they don’t have water, but I could buy a bottle if I wanted water. I asked, «Don’t you have a sink with a tap?» He said yes, but it’s city water and it is only for washing dishes. I replied that I drink it every day. He said I could buy a bottle if I wanted water. And I told him I would NEVER frequent his establishment again. What a jerk!

First of all, shame on you for being in the middle of Boston, one of the most heavily-​Italian cities in the U.S., and even considering getting chain pizza.
(And I guess shame on me for doing it too, and extra shame on me for bothering to review it, but shhhh.)
I’m generally okay with Sbarro’s. They have enormous slices and this nice floppy, thin crust that I love. If I have to get fast food and here’s no Taco Bell around, I’ll usually seek out a Sbarro’s and not have any complaints.
For some reason, though, this Sbarro’s was a true clusterf*ck (if I may). All I wanted was a slice of cheese pizza. I was STARING at the cheese pizza that was RIGHT in front of me (and right in front of the three people working behind the counter). The guy rang me up (it was supposed to be $ 3.29 for a slice, which is pretty steep in the first place, and he overcharged me and suddenly didn’t speak English anymore when I pointed it out) and it took a good three minutes for them to figure out whose job it was take on the lofty task of shoveling the slice onto a plate and handing it to me. (Note that I was the ONLY person there at the time.)
When I got it, yeah it was big and had a good texture, but lacked some of the flavor that I seemed to remember from other Sbarro’s experiences. I mean, it was FINE, but for what I paid (just under $ 4) it should have been GREAT.
Seriously, when it comes to pizza, find some hole-​in-​the-​wall no-​name place, pay your $ 2, and enjoy a well-​seasoned slice. They’re everywhere in Boston, just look around a little.

When I first moved to Boston I clearly had no idea where anything was. Working in DTX this is a HUGE liability. I f you don’t know where you’re going during lunch you’re likely to get run over and die. So… day two of my employment in DTX I wandered the mean streets looking for a little nosh. I ended up in the Corner Mall into what can only be described as 80s post-​Pac-​Man hell. The place is crazy swamped with people, neon, and a font that is, OMFG, Pac-​Man!!. Anyway a brief look around led me to believe that there was nothing I wanted to eat there :’(
Having wasted so much time wandering I had to make a decision and fast so I went for Sbarro thinking pizza: easy, fast, relatively difficult to make inedible… I will never never never never never never never eat here again.
The service, not so bad, what I would learn is typical Boston: straight to the point no-​frills, etc. But after I got the food that’s where things went awry. I went to add parm to my slices, no problems. Added pepper flakes, woops, lid falls off, pepper flakes EVERYWHERE and about a half inch thick on the slice. I like things hot but even I have boundries.
To start things off the cashier looked at me as if I had purposely spilled them because clearly I wanted pizza that was going to burn holes through the inner linings of my everything :’(After scowling and actually saying «what did you do?!? HRMMPH» the cashier decided to help me get the pepper flakes off the counter. I scraped the inferno from my slice and on to a napkin and proceeded to wipe the remainder off the counter into said napkin. By now mister helpful had come round from the other side of the counter and huffily assumed the role of flake collector.
Here’s where things get sticky. After dumping the flakes that had fallen near the register, on the tray slidey line thingamajig (what the hell is that called?), and on the tray holding the condiments all onto a plate he poured them back in to the shaker. No biggie, I thought surely he would take that and dispose of the contents, bringing out a shiny new shaker for the rest of the day’s patrons. Not so much. He put the lid back on made sure it was secure this time and put the shaker back to be used. I asked if he was going to trash the flakes that had been ALL OVER THE FUCKING COUNTER and he looked at me as if I were retarded. I walked away mortified.
Fuuuuuuuck you Sbarro you will never get the funds from my emergency pizza account ever again.