If culinary disasters were an art form, Gina’s lasagna would be a masterpiece. From the first bite, I knew I was in for an unforgettable experience — and not in a good way. The noodles were more like soggy wallpaper, the sauce tasted like it came from a can labeled “Regret,” and the cheese? Let’s just say it had the texture of melted rubber bands.

But the true villain of this dish was the meat. I’m not entirely sure what creature it came from, but it had the flavor of sadness and the consistency of week-old mystery meat. Every bite was a gamble — dry, chewy, and eerily reminiscent of something that had given up on life long before it reached my plate.

Somehow, the flavors managed to be both bland and offensive, as if the ingredients were in a heated argument and no one won. The only thing layered more than the pasta sheets was my disappointment. And the portion size? Generous, but only in the sense that Gina truly believed no one would dare ask for seconds.

To be fair, I did learn one thing from this lasagna — I now understand what culinary rock bottom looks like. If you’re in the mood for a memorable meal, I’d suggest Gina’s lasagna. You’ll remember it forever, even if you try not to.

1/5 Stars — One star for effort. The rest went missing, probably alongside the flavor