Boston Pizza — Restaurant in Prince George

I like Boston Pizza, but let’s be honest, I wouldn’t really call it a restaurant; that assumes a modicum of pride. That’s pride I speak of, not standards. Boston Pizza has standards regarding cleanliness, plating, and ingredients (whatever levels those may be). So in that, I would compare BP to a factory, like those making shoes or battery operated spaghetti forks. Those running the line at Foxconn don’t take pride in the builds of their iPhones, but their jobs are dependent on the final product. I’ve said before that Boston Pizza sets the base standard for all restaurants. If you are not as good as Boston Pizza, you’re basically as doomed as a character in Game of Thrones. And it shouldn’t be that hard, should it? I mean BP doesn’t even have a head chef. It’s true—Moxis has a head chef; Earls has a head chef. BP doesn’t. Like I said…a factory. It doesn’t employ cooks; it employs workers. Half the food is prepped hours before opening, and they don’t really have a choice. Have you seen their menu? It has more options on it than characters in War & Peace. But there are way worse places to go. I’d still go to BP over any family restaurant in town. Why? Because it’s the default choice. Think about it, the one thing BP has going for it is the fact that it’s the ultimate compromise when any decently large group of people congregate. Get any four people together and have them all vote on where to eat. One person can’t handle spicy, another won’t touch meat. One person hates Chinese food, another Indian. One wants McDonalds, forcing everyone else to paddle beat that one with lead-filled oven mitts. And then there’s always the buzzkill that can’t afford anything more than microwaved cardboard soaked in brine. So they all agree to go Boston Pizza. Not Earls or Moxis, but Boston Pizza. When I was part of a rather large local car group, our meets were always at Boston Pizza. When I was young, my birthday parties were at Boston Pizza. Their Guttenberg bible of a menu has enough options to satisfy literally anyone, and to top it all off, it’s not even that expensive. But is that worthwhile praise? Should I recommend it? No. Of course not. But I eat there anyway. It’s difficult to convince a group of four or more people to try something new. And some of the dishes aren’t bad…it’s inevitable given the culinary shotgun blast it delivers—something’s going to connect. Just thinking about cactus cut potatoes or baked chipotle bacon penne turns me into Pavlov’s loyal thrall. The point is that people should never compromise for less. That’s what it is—Boston Pizza is a gastronomic traffic light. RED. GO NO FURTHER! You should have been slowing down when you passed yellow but this is it, the lowest common denominator. But here’s hoping there’s a loud enough voice daring your group to try something better. And for that one depressed individual sitting alone at a table fit for four (because that’s as small as they get—they know their clientele), I just have to ask, “What the hell are you doing?” You know there are better places with better food and even better prices. I imagine said customer would look at me and respond, “Could be worse. Could be at Olive Garden.” Touché.

Food: 2.5/5 Service: 3/5 Presentation: 2/5 Value: ...

After work, chores, and shopping yesterday, Friday, December 6th, my partner and I arrived at this Boston pizza around 800 pm, we noticed lots of garbage strewn everywhere and in between the waiting area seats. We noted that the surrounding bar tables were very messy and hadn't been touched. The young man at the front desk was a cheerful, respectful man and walked us through the restaurant where all the tables were left unattended with messes on them. The table by the windows is very sticky, don't rest your arms or you'll get stuck there. The waiter came by to take our food orders we never saw her again. We ordered the smokey ravioli and three cheese ravioli which the ravioli themselves were bland. The sauces that covered them were much better and completed the meal. Our plates stuck to the table and weren't able to be moved easily after being placed. If we were to see the waiter more she could've easily sold way more drinks from us. We asked if it had been super busy today being the holiday season, and the waiter said NO. We noted more garbage on the ground surrounding our table and every other table in other areas as we left at 850pm as well as the same ones we saw coming in. The only one cleaning them was the young man working the front desk. He shouldn't be the ONLY one working tables. We gave a tip to the chefs and left only wanting to have taken a picture of the dump of a place.. on a slow night.. two stars for the chefs. The...

went there on Sunday and our server had us and maybe one other table. Walk in sat down and server shows up a few minutes after and takes our drink order. shows up 10 minutes with our drinks and takes our lunch order. Server does not show up once while we are waiting for our food to check up on our drinks or anything else. Another 15 minutes rolls by and still no sign of our server all the while our empty drinks sat at the edge of our table.. 10 more minutes and she shows up with our food and finally decides to take our empty cups to refill. she comes back with drinks and the kids food only to tell us she forgot to put in one of the kids pizza and its coming right out. The pizza finally shows up when everyone else is done eating. I ask her to just box up the pizza cause we have to get going. No apology no nothing from her. So disappointed in the service that I left a whopping 3 dollar tip in a $120 bill. And I think that was still too much. On the way out of the restaurant I told the host and another employee I was unhappy with the service and I got a very subtle smile and "i'm sorry". The thing that bothered me the most was we were seated by the kitchen and all I can hear and see was our server chit chatting the entire time we sat there with empty glasses. If you don't want to be there to do a good job,...