Boston Market

This location is very nice and clean compared to other ones I have been to. Perfect on a day you don’t feel like making lunch or dinner! You get good serving sizes for the price and the food tastes better. You don’t feel like you are eating fast food but more of a home cooked meal.
The service was spectacular! Two different employees asked me to make sure I didn’t need silverware. They were very friendly and on top of everything! They had a good amount of side selections, although the macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes are my favorite. If you never had their macaroni and cheese, you have to try it, it is really good and creamy!
The food was very fresh and tasty. We ordered the chicken and it was excellent. It was really fresh and juicy. I would definitely reccommed this location!

Boston Market used to have really good side dishes to go with the chicken and turkey but lately the veggies have to undercooked and bland. We used to go there at least twice a month but have not gone back for several months now. It seems that when companies have a good thing, they start to cut corners.

Cosmic Trickster, I am not amused. What are you trying to teach me? That fast food eats castor oil popsicles? Did I write too many favorable reviews for chains?
Well, Boston Market isn’t too, too bad actually. This was my first BM encounter in more than a few moons.
I used to really, really like Rotisserie chickens. I still do actually. They used to be an occasional, spontaneous treat when brought home from a deli (‘Hey! Rotisserie! Let’s get one!’). So when the Boston Market franchise first came on the scene, I was fairly excited about the prospect of getting roasted chickens pretty much whenever I wanted from a restaurant that specializes in them. No, I’ve never been to a Kenny Roger’s Roasters and it’s been 7 – 8 years since I’ve been to a George Aiken’s. Boston Market (formerly Boston Chicken) has also seemingly branched out into other areas, going out of their way to offer a homey take on fast food, the idea being that you can eat a BM meal at home in your dining room with the good silverware on the good plates, reserving Crazy Bread or McNuggets for the woodland critters out in the backyard.
Now the Boston Market chickens are tender enough (many places roast their chickens for too long), but I’ve always felt there was something missing from them. Actually, I take that back, their chickens have a funny taste I’m not sure I like, one that suggests that I’m dining on Frankenchickens or something. Is it because they’re frozen? Not that they’re awful in any way, mind you, I’ve just never liked their chickens as much as I feel I should. I guess the word I’m looking for is, bland?
Hooray for their army of side dishes. Well, they do give you a lot of choices, but like the chicken, they’re mostly just passable. I usually get the green beans and the garlic dill taters, neither of which are bad nor rock my culinary socks off. But… wait…
…there’s the… Cinnamon Apples.
These aren’t a side dish. They are a dessert. I always forget how good they are until I have them, and while I’m eating them, I always imagine how good they would taste as a hot sundae topper. But I always end up eating them all before that happens and never have any ice cream around to slather the apples onto.
Why is it that we were served applesauce in school and never the almost erotically warm Cinnamon Apples? Was the faculty afraid of corrupting us? Or spoiling us? Making us realize that school cafeteria fare doesn’t have to suck?
Staying on the dessert track, we had an order of their Chocolate Brownies, free I might add with some deal, and they are actually reasonably appetizing. They are cut into triangles, which is a nice touch. Instead of being heavy and gooey, they’re just moist enough and very… cocoa-​ish, as if you’re munching on a soft Oreo cookie without the white stuff.
What do you have in store for me next, Cosmic Trickster? Will you steer me towards the worst meal of my life, or the best? Methinks this was the calm before some sort of storm. A big concert weekend approaches after all…
Right now, I’m left with the remnants of a nice, safe 3 star dinner and Jon Stewart on the telly.