Boston Market

Theres two types of fast food basically. Class A and Class B. Class A is what america loves most, burger and taco places where you get fries and coke along with a kids meal. Class B is the label i used for more organized resturaunts, like subway, blimpy and boston market.

The ordering is a little confusing unless you really take the time to read the menu, you can't order by the quick number fashion. It's not the worste thing unless however the empolyees have limited english. The miscommunications between you and the crew and the staff with each other could leave you confused on what you even ordered.

Let's not forget those young teenagers that daydream at the cash registar, tsk tsk. Boston market makes things seem more complicated than its needs to be. I think all employees should be replaced by androids that serve drinks with a side of cold metallic sex.

Foods okay on some levels, but fast food is still fast food so you can get tired of it just like any cheese burger.

Upon entering this psuedo fast food/ restaurant store, you're greeted with a fake smile and a "Welcome to Boston Market! How may I help you today?" greeting. That is, if you can even hear your server speaking to you. The place is so loud its common to hear people yelling over to others, whether it be taking orders or asking for new food from the cook.

The food is satisfactory, however a bit costly. But what should one expect from an uptown high class restaurant in Manhattan? The decor is decent as well, poor lighting however, and the music had killed my ears after the fifth time I heard Sheryl Crow wail while I devoured my sirloin. The staff was friendly at times yet most didnt seem to be doing their job half of the time. The emptiness of the place added desolation and the fact that they had bad business. Maybe it was because I came past rush hour - who knows.

Overall I'd recommend this place if you wanted decent "home cooked" meals rather than McDonalds junk.